Author: S.A. Borders-Shoemaker

IDIOPATHIC

I am so…delicate. Twenty-one-year-old women do not often find themselves feeling life leave their bodies. But here I am, feeling somehow thin and dense all at once, sinking into hospital sheets like lead. The grayness of the day stays with me, the silver-scale of all the colors. It is not raining, and I can see Summerville through the fog. I’m so tired. Am I coming, God? Losing blood has a name. I...

TO MY BODY

I believe this is long overdue. Countless times before, I have struggled with how to properly honor you, how to approach your presence in a way that was both God- and self-honoring. And it seems everyone has something to say about you: the state of your appearance, your femininity, your fitness, your allure. Both secular and religious alike make you a battle ground for their thoughts and ideas. We...

MY JANES WHO FOUGHT DRAGONS

When I think of books throughout my life, a clear picture comes to mind. A young girl with wild, curly hair waves a stick in the air. Others observe a child at play, albeit not the kind of game they intended. But for her, this is important. After all, who will be the hero if she is not? She slays dragons while wondering where her beautiful, faithful steed went (this horse was specifically Friesian...

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