I’ve just returned home from the Medea Project’s writing workshop. Today’s assignment was to write about miracles. One woman wrote about having her own home after being homeless and another told her of raising her granddaughter who was born in jail.
The Medea Project feels so real, there’s no bullshit, no masquerades, no pretending to be more together than we really are. I feel like I can be myself, my worst self, and I will still be loved. It is a beautiful reminder in the power of community, in healing, in speaking our truths and coming together as women.
The Medea Project feels so real, there’s no bullshit, no masquerades, no pretending to be more together than we really are. I feel like I can be myself, my worst self, and I will still be loved. It is a beautiful reminder in the power of community, in healing, in speaking our truths and coming together as women.
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