I’m struggling. I don’t want to be dramatic. I have shed that skin, to an older more mature version of myself. Still the same insecure, sad, and frustrated version of myself. I couldn’t write in November, though I tell a dozen stories every day to my kiddos, to myself, to my students. my heart and […]Read more "It’s been a long December"
I very much see that the Empire is falling. Everyday waves of dead fish crash onto the shores of Florida. 1000s of Indigenous women are missing and/or dead in Canada. Hate groups like Proud Boys and Patriot Prayer, have been holding “Unite the Right” rallies in multiple states. The local utility company Puget Sound Energy […]Read more "Processing the Noise"
I’ve been crying a lot. A lot of time has been spent processing through hurt and the harm that had built up like plaque between two teeth. There does not seem to be a timestamp on the hurt or harm. There isn’t much in the way of attached memories. These feelings just rise up and […]Read more "Somehow"
I’ve been on a personal growth route, spurred by lifelong conditioning and innate competitiveness with my heterosexual life partner. I don’t even know if she ever competes with me….I’ll have to ask her. I digress. I have learned many things in my first year teaching preschool. I have learned to stop fearing the worst and […]Read more "I’m all growed out"
I went caroling. On my way downtown I consciously asked the question; What does success look like tonight? Because The NorthWest is notorious for rsvping and not showing. Life happens, this is not a judgement, but it leads social creatures to many sad nights. At least those who persist in organizing public events. (I’m sending […]Read more "Winter Break"
I seem to really get into dubstep when I’m low. The lyrics can be insightful. I am overwhelmed. Not by the amount of work I have to do, but by the ambiguity of the end product that’s being requested. ookay, and the sheer amount of work that requires a fairly controlled timeline of completion, which […]Read more "Take Me Home"
The layer of mud had gotten so out of hand, her boots cracked deep and dark with every step she took across the industrial landscape. The floods had finally receeded, after a five week storm had drown most of the winter landscape in warm waters. Communication with folks further than 100 miles was difficult, at […]Read more "figs and maps"