Leigh Hopkins

Read @christinaberke.bsky.social ‘s “Rich” in the latest issue of KHORA.

Thank you, Christina! I love this piece.

Thank you, Isra! So thrilled to share this with our readers, with deep gratitude to you for writing what so many of us are feeling.

Can confirm!

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Samantha Paige Rosen | Deep Sedation — KHÔRA Being put to sleep is loss of control. The moment your body becomes a body. The doctor assures me I will not want to be awake.

I have a short essay in KHÔRA‘s Issue 41 about bodies and pain and control (uplifting!). Thank you @leighherenow.bsky.social for the opportunity. www.corporealkhora.com/issue/41/dee...

Thank you, Sam!

I’m so sorry! That must feel awful.

Oh wow, how kind of you to share. No silver linings. 🩵

Such a perfect sentence.

Here too! A teeny tiny octopus

ew

Been doing the minis since 2021 and always love Jami’s posts. Let’s go!

Over the holidays my niece knitted a capelet but she couldn’t decide who to give it to. My sister-in-law was immediately like “oh, that’s definitely for Auntie Leigh.” I didn’t know it was so obvious! but I’m more than happy to fulfill my reputation as a woman who can rock a capelet.

Such a win

Issue 40 is here + KHÔRA's Winter 2025 Special Edition — Call for Submissions Send us something that excites you.

Hey writers! We want you. Oh, and artists? We want you, too. #callforsubmissions open.substack.com/pub/khora/p/...

I’m rolling 😂

This!!! My own life is waaaay stranger than fiction. I’m definitely not a believable narrator.

so many delights ahead ✨

You’re amazing. So glad you’re in remission! Wish I could buy you dinner.

EACHOTHER. One word. No space.

Happy circle around the sun, angel boy. I’m forever yours.

#oneyearold #oldster #ceasefirenow

I often wonder about what I will tell him about this time, how I will explain to him what it felt like to live it, how to reconcile the choices I’ve made about where I stand. One thing that hasn’t changed? My unwavering belief that we are responsible for and to each other.

my arms can carry a 24-pound baby while cleaning the kitchen and running a load of laundry while thinking about whether traditional narrative structures have any relevance in a world where villains keep getting second and third and five thousand chances…

themselves to his care. I deeply, profoundly love every aspect of parenting. To tend to another human’s total wellbeing is such a gorgeous delight. There are muscles in my back that I didn’t know were there

are childless by choice or by loss. I loved that life. And here’s the thing, the other side — it’s a cliche for a reason. Until this brilliant, babbling, singing, bbbblrrrrrping, goofy little guy showed up, I didn’t know I could love another human with this kind of intensity. My brain and body have

at the world with everything I had. It was a wild, wonderful, precarious life, and I could have easily lived that way until the clock ran down.

I lived more than five decades without a child, so I will always feel connected to those of us (use of collective pronoun intentional) who

ONE YEAR. 🎂✨I’ve learned more about myself in the past year than in all the 55 before. Older parents, daaaaaaang, ain’t this something? I gave up on the idea of becoming a parent when I was 34, so I missed out on so many conversations with friends who were parenting because I was throwing myself

same!

Today, 12/1, is World AIDS Day. When I was on tour for The Great Believers I was shocked by how often people blithely said "Isn't it great we have it all under control now?" While great things have happened, 630,000 people died of AIDS last year...And we have 1.2 million Americans living with HIV.🧵