A collective of women all across Instagram banding together through poetry and shared sentiment in the "#MeToo" and "#ImWithHer" generations, making its mark on a new platform (after several artists of the genre have spread through Pinterest, Tumblr, and Twitter) is definitely a place I want to be watching and reading. sitting on the kitchen floor with the people who know you best, in-love spaces, gently reminding you that you are never alone.Thank you to Danielle Doby, Andrews McMeel Publishing, and NetGalley for allowing me the extreme pleasure of access to an advanced reader copy of “I Am Her Tribe" for an honest review.Ī brand new voice (for me) on the confessional poetry scene, of which my heart has whole-sale skipped ship and left the shore, never to return to me with, this was an instant must request for me. Too, it is the top of the mountain spaces, the light rising through the curtain spaces, the 2 a.m. It is the lonely spaces, the low-lit spaces, the dark corners, and the rooms we don't often go. And this is Danielle's heart-work.Īnd so, her offering is the words unsaid, in the spaces we need it most. And how you choose to share, that is your heart-work. The lineage of women before her have always said to her in no uncertain terms that the time to be brave, is now. In this has grown a truth she could no longer write just in the margins, as a maybe, or a sometime, but rather as air, as water, as basic survival. She began to write these words, those spaces, onto paper.
Where others may hear the conversation by way of what was said next, Danielle has always heard the space between, and all the words left unsaid. In their cadence and their rhythm, in the way they can move a moment forward, or pull a moment to a slow stop.
The everyday moments, and the extraordinary moments, have always made the most sense to Danielle in words.
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