Twenty something, soon to be social worker, missing Brooklyn and soaking in the South.

I'm a young woman attempting to articulate the weight of things, the burden we bare to love one another, the purpose we have in recognizing each other's worth.

Fire in deep places.
Good beer, good tobacco, good books, great stories.
I just want to be a good woman.

"Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter-- when you see the naked, to clothe him, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?" Isaiah 58:6-7