From Medford, New Jersey
By Cindy Weinstein
Tanesha stood before me in prayer mode, palm heels at my chest, fingertips gently brushing my throat. Moments drifted with my eyes shut, sensing other women encircling my space, gently grounding each shoulder. Eventually, my wet eyes opened and met Tanesha’s smiling reflection. And then bewildered, I saw only Tanesha standing alone, supporting my upper frame...