She stood in the chill wind of Northrend, her cloak wrapped about her giving only small comfort and warmth. Murmuring a cantrip, she created a small ball of fire in her hands, smoothing a hard shell over it and tucking it into her robes for heat. Now if she could just do something about her toes. A small breeze eddied around her, picking up dry ( Read more... )

There are only two base emotions, bred into us and present from the day we're born; love and fear. They are instinctual and necessary for survival ( Read more... )

In a ceremony little known outside of the Republic of Ireland, on the 21st of January every year, the Sovereign Seal of the Republic of Ireland is “turned”. It commemorates the very first time that the first Dáil Éireann (Irish Legislature) sat and formed the government of the Irish Republic ( Read more... )

Many of my friends and family know that today holds a great deal of significance for me beyond just the Yule. I have walked through fire in the last months but please know; I am at peace. This song has held a great deal of meaning for me in the past month or so ( Read more... )

"For women, getting angry is socially unacceptable, even when the anger is over violence, discrimination, misogyny, and other forms of oppression. Anger is unacceptable because angry women are women in touch with their passion and power, especially in relation to men, which threatens the entire patriarchal order. It’s unacceptable because it forces ( Read more... )

This painting is by my friend, Pamela Willis Watters.
It evokes and portrays what I'm feeling so much better than I can say in words.


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Taking My Own Hand by Jane Yolen ( Read more... )

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