Tag Archives: A Girl Named Truth

Guest Writer Spot

Originally posted on esthernewtonblog:
This week, I’d like to welcome Alethea Kehas, with a strong piece of writing, as my Guest Writer. Exploring the Body’s Memories: An Exercise in Constriction By Alethea Kehas   When we begin to let go…

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Unfolding #AGirlNamedTruth #memoir

I am still processing love a father’s story offering a truth different from the one I was raised on I am still processing trust and the belief in words I am learning how to weave a new history and to … Continue reading

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Memoir Q & A (Part 1)

I have received several questions from readers of my memoir, A Girl Named Truth, so I thought I would start a Q & A series on my blog. Many of the questions share the same themes, and also, I feel, point … Continue reading

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The Roots of the Circle

My mind is still ruminating on the circle. Last night I dreamt of water surrounding me on all sides, getting ever closer to my body. I fled before I could be stranded, not wanting to become an island, cut off, … Continue reading

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What we choose to remember

Repressed memory is a pretty common term. Most people are familiar with it, and many have probably explored their own minds in a search for what has been forgotten. When I was writing my memoir, A Girl Named Truth, I spent a … Continue reading

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A Girl Named Truth

It’s not easy for me to self-promote my first published book, which I have held close for so long. Yesterday, a friend on Facebook asked me how long it took me to write my memoir, and I told her a … Continue reading

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The Moon-Child

The moon-child forgot who she was before she turned three suns. In her time of  forgetting, she mapped the stars with rocks in the dirt below her feet, and played with the rainbow of light around her growing body. When … Continue reading

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