I’ve long admired Jenn Gibson’s gorgeous collection of writing at Roots of She. Today I’m honored to be a guest blogger in her Wild Women: Stories from the Tribe series, sharing a deeply personal story. Please head on over there to read Love, now and then and give Jenn a little love for having me. It begins like this:
“I left my shame on a sidewalk in our nation’s capital last spring. It had worn grooves in my heart and tinted my eyes the colors of cinders raining from a smoldering cloud.
Before I understood how to take care of myself I felt responsible for taking care of everyone else, including random homeless men in New York City. In 1981, I was a ten year-old bone marrow donor fresh from rescuing my sister from a life-threatening disease. The pain in my hips masked the fear in my heart as I released my sister to the doctors’ care…”
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