“But you exist somewhere. Something of you remains.” – Virginia Woolf, The Waves
When Ramona Reeves asked what she could do for herself and others because she didn’t have to wait, she flung open a red tent in Austin. Making space for others often begins with making space for ourselves. How often do we, as women, bring fragments of our own lives together in order to liberate our deepest need like Lauren White, find ourselves in the cacophony like Anna Dixon, and show up like Katherine Rocheleau?
In opening spaces for ourselves and each other, we find our existence and
share what remains.
We invite you to read Lauren White’s invoking “Boxes” in full below.

Lauren White, “Boxes,” My Deepest Need, The Q
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Floating Tales, art submitted in The Q in response to My Creative Identity by Belgin Yucelen.

Anna Dixon, Where I’m From, The Q

Katherine Rocheleau, How I Live My Purpose, The Q
“Boxes”