This Thursday, our vintage selection hails from the nonfiction category of one of our more recent issues, DB 17, Summer 2013. Travel with writer Beth Malone as she unravels a story of her own experiences with motherhood, friendship, culture and the complex relationships between them in "Tide Pool."
"As the night went on, she’d put on music videos and bring scarves from her room to tie around our hips. “I don’t know how to belly dance!” I’d protest.
“I don’t either!” she’d laugh, so we mimicked the women on-screen, moving our hips in figure eights, our arms spiraling above our heads. It was then I saw how beautiful she really was, her dark hair whirling around her as she tossed it from side to side, her hips undulating to a beat that seemed to live in her bones. Her kids would try to join in and she’d rebuke them, laughing—this was a dance for women, not boys. But then she’d only laugh along with them as they carried on with impish smiles. We collapsed in heaps on the floor, her fingers touching mine."
Beth Malone is a writer, blogger, poet and essayist with a knack for beautiful metaphors. She often writes about culture, spirituality, social issues, and motherhood, but is inspired by a wide range of subjects. She currently lives in Colorado, where she works with Burmese refugees. To read more of her work and check out what she's working on next, visit her website at bethmalonewrites.com.
Click here to read "Tide Pool"
This Thursday, our vintage selection hails from the nonfiction category of one of our more recent issues, DB 17, Summer 2013. Travel with writer Beth Malone as she unravels a story of her own experiences with motherhood, friendship, culture and the complex relationships between them in "Tide Pool."
"As the night went on, she’d put on music videos and bring scarves from her room to tie around our hips. “I don’t know how to belly dance!” I’d protest.
“I don’t either!” she’d laugh, so we mimicked the women on-screen, moving our hips in figure eights, our arms spiraling above our heads. It was then I saw how beautiful she really was, her dark hair whirling around her as she tossed it from side to side, her hips undulating to a beat that seemed to live in her bones. Her kids would try to join in and she’d rebuke them, laughing—this was a dance for women, not boys. But then she’d only laugh along with them as they carried on with impish smiles. We collapsed in heaps on the floor, her fingers touching mine."
Beth Malone is a writer, blogger, poet and essayist with a knack for beautiful metaphors. She often writes about culture, spirituality, social issues, and motherhood, but is inspired by a wide range of subjects. She currently lives in Colorado, where she works with Burmese refugees. To read more of her work and check out what she's working on next, visit her website at bethmalonewrites.com.
Click here to read "Tide Pool"