These podcasts... are the obituaries to all the Hers I’ve ever been, and all the daily ways I’ve died. They are all the things I never said. They are my love letters to the souls of your feet, the knots in your stomach, the purr of the creation-tiger and all the ways you’ve tried to tame her. They are the works-in-progress of my blood, the stories I want to bypass your brain, the words I want you to feel in your bones. They are the dripping wet, silken threads webbing the space between womb ...