One Moment by Sylvan Adams
Nov19

One Moment by Sylvan Adams

  “One Moment” by Sylvan Adams     Sylvan Adams Artist Statement: My photography reflects the musings, discoveries, and revelations that come to me from observing the eternal interaction of light and dark, both inside and outside of ourselves. They are about contrast, balance, and the dynamics of relationship; light and dark is the visual and psychological metaphor.  ...

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Dussehra by Saranya Francis
Nov19

Dussehra by Saranya Francis

  Dussehra by Saranya Francis A festival inviting women to come sing, dance, and pray, wishing each other well and exchanging small gifts.     Saranya Francis Artist Statement: Saranya Francis is a multilingual poet penning poems in English, Hindi, and Tamil. She is a social activist, freelance life skills, language trainer, and diversity consultant. During the pandemic, Saranya hosted a virtual global gathering of...

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2023 Corazon de Corrales Gift of Fellowship
Oct28

2023 Corazon de Corrales Gift of Fellowship

The 2023 Corazon de Corrales Gift of Fellowship Dear Creative Woman, We are delighted to share Corazon de Corrales, a bed-and-breakfast in the Village of Corrales, New Mexico, and Charlene Spiegel, the generous woman who is offering a writer’s residency for one woman here. On this beautiful secluded acre, Charlene Spiegel has hosted AROHO’s Fire Heart Circle’s annual meetings. We’ve gathered in her rooms,...

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Bring to Life What’s in Your Heart and Mind
Oct08

Bring to Life What’s in Your Heart and Mind

OUR WAY IS SISTERHOOD AND RECIPROCITY Our global sisterhood is growing, and it matters. Your donation makes room for us all. We thank you. Give to AROHO and receive gifts of sisterhood Donate     “As a mestiza I have no country, my homeland cast me out; yet all countries are mine because I am every woman’s sister … ” — Gloria Anzaldúa       “37th Floor” by Mimi Dobelle...

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Where I Come From by Vinita Agrawal
Oct03

Where I Come From by Vinita Agrawal

  “Where I Come From” by Vinita Agrawal I come from the sands where words sprout like cacti when girls are born. I come from ochre, autumn-hued earth baked dry under a fierce sun. Where grit and wind needle the eyes Where storms compel women to live inside tombs of veils. I come from a place where dusk turns into a seductress at night lying velvety warm on bohemian linen charpoys. I come from the land famous for...

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