When do we share depth?

The inspiration for the blog came from a conversation I had with the program director of my masters program.

After meeting me and speaking to me briefly they acknowledged, “You’re an obvious candidate for this cohort, but I’ve got to tell you…I’m worried you think…

Coming Outside

I spell comfort

c e m e t a r y,

maybe because

of its open energy.

my shoes wait below

a steering wheel,

maybe because naked feet

crave blades of grass.

where the purple blends with green

I sense my grandmother,

maybe because well loved



183 Days Old

Between the time I first laid you down

and sunlight coloring the blinds,

I pick you up to comfort you

fifteen times.

Each time I repeat,

your body is safe

aunt Amanda is safe

your bed is safe,

you’re okay.

Reflecting now I wonder if you


I’m not an easy crier,

surrender is hard for me;

surrender to myself especially.

when emotions whirl and hover

clenching moves from my

rib cage





I hear myself acknowledge

my fear of crying

somewhere open to others,

in places where my feelings

need soft padding


Steering away, and back

littler than you,

I think without explaining

as the edge of your lip curls.

before you cry

your distress reaches me;


I think without explaining.

magnets repel and attract,

create distance and remove it,


that some materials

pull closer.

you pull me close,


Amanda Lindamood

Writer. Thinker. Facilitator. Advocate. Invested in accountability for power based violence, creative initiatives, and meaningful, nuanced dialoguing.

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