I was a little girl in the north at the far edge of a zone where summer darkness began long after bedtime

The first time I visited a community birth center I cried. I didn’t cry when I saw the beautiful sparkling clean birthing rooms that...

I’ve never tried to write a blog on the brink of genocide. I don’t believe I can.

A few weeks ago I helped bring together a small group of birth justice leaders from around the country ... We began by dancing.