So plant a seed and say a prayer
or was the prayer the planting?
my foremothers didn’t call you sisters
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.
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
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
There are so many warrior people walking around with heavy burdens, needing to still function and finance their existence.Read More
What if we understood that the passage of time is actually a circle, not a double helix?Read More
Out of a place of complete fear and wavering identity came a relationship that I will treasure forever.Read More
I’m grateful for the people who work day in and day out to move in that direction. I’m grateful for the people who take the brokenness and muck of the world as material to make people laugh. I’m grateful each time I learn how to be subversive with love. I’m grateful that I’m a woman.Read More