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Back in the Saddle With Gratitude

posted by Donna Henes

Dear Sister Queens, I am back. Again! What a few months this has been. First I was out for weeks dealing with the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy. And then I was felled by a super nasty flu. I am fine […]

For This, Let Us Be Thankful

posted by Donna Henes

  At the close of the growing season in autumn, people, like squirrels, like ants, like bees, get busy gathering the great bounty of the land. We forage and harvest, hunt and herd; industriously amassing the abundance proffered by the […]

Thanksgiving Feast

posted by Donna Henes

Hail Queens! The writing of this piece has been punctuated by a series of shopping runs and sous chef prep duties in anticipation of the Thanksgiving dinner that we are in the process of planning. I have been making lists […]

Previous Posts

The Laughter Of Women
by Lisel Mueller The laughter of women sets fire to the Halls of Injustice and the false evidence burns to a beautiful white lightness It rattles the Chambers of Congress and forces the windows wide open so the fatuous speeches can fly out The laughter of women wipes the mist from

posted 6:00:01am Jul. 30, 2014 | read full post »

Hot & Horny – PART 2
For the members of the Voodoo cults of New Orleans, St. John’s Day, June 24, was the most important holiday of the year. The main ceremony was a ritual dance called the Calinda, performed by the Voodoo Queen, Mam’zelle Marie La Veau around a fire to the frenzied beat of Congo drums and gourds.

posted 6:00:40am Jul. 28, 2014 | read full post »

Hot & Horny – PART 1
It is summer, hot and horny. We are surrounded, immersed, inundated by brilliantly bright light, pervasively palpable heat; pure and potent solar intensity — the very nerve and verve of life itself. We bask and steep in the positive, primal power of the sun, as well as our own. The passionate stre

posted 6:00:47am Jul. 25, 2014 | read full post »

Blessed Bees
For years, there has been a certain auspicious day every spring when a bumblebee would fly onto my terrace garden where it would hover contentedly everyday, all day long, throughout the entire summer, until a certain day in autumn when it would fly away. This ritual visitation took place without

posted 6:00:16am Jul. 23, 2014 | read full post »

The Meaning of Our Memories
by Sister Joan Chittister Memory is one of the most powerful functions of the human mind. It is also one of life’s most determining ones. What goes on in memory has a great deal to do with what goes on in us all our lives. Memory is a wild horse, unbridled, riderless, maverick. It takes us ofte

posted 6:00:55am Jul. 21, 2014 | read full post »


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