my foremothers didn’t call you sisters
in this place where no one and everyone is coming and going
You must’ve misheard me. Or, actually, maybe you weren’t listening…
To me, queerness is a radical hospitality to oneself.
Yesterday, out at the Farminary, we butchered 26 chickens.
when a report about the legacy of slavery has opened and brought attention to a gaping, festering wound
it’s not the time to make it about anyone else
how do you feed a bee some juice?
I knew not
God-given or not, we have a collective desire to re-design the world we are designed for.
Living on a cliff has its ups and downs. Mostly ups, I mean, being a cliff and all.Read More
“If that’s true, and I was designed to be your helper as you say, then I hope that I can help you see that I am capable of so much more.”Read More
On Black Friday of all daysRead More
One sticky moose is on the loose!!!Read More
It’s been just over a year that I’ve kept this blogging habit. So, here’s a list that will be an interesting inventory to look back on. Maybe.Read More
Imagine Darwin in a corner, snapping his fingers in a z for-ma-tion and saying, “giiiiiirl we’re all hungry!”Read More
**It's obviously not live. This program hasn't been recorded in any way. The author does not claim to have tech aptitude though she wishes the wizarding world both existed and had a trade school for non-conformist witches and wizards.Read More
drivers forget that we are people with pains and fears and crazy daysRead More
so you want to consume meRead More
Here are a few insights on how to put trust in where you send and spend money.Read More