hoping our way into the future
Try to remember what hope feels like. Try to believe that hope matters, even while the future is uncertain.
a deathworker’s statement on Queen Elizabeth II’s passing
On this day, I acknowledge the grief of many while acknowledging the celebration by others. Such is the dichotomy that death presents to us, I suppose.
on Chosen Family/on Co-Parenting/on Generational Trauma/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Neurodivergence/on Praxis
adventures in a chosen family
We do our best to balance the needs of the many against the needs of the few (or the one) — thank you Leonard Nimoy — and this means that sometimes, saying no would be more harmful than saying yes.
this is all about me: I have become older
I have had a whole year to be forty-three, and I think it mostly went well. Forty-four is a weird number and I am looking at it with squinty suspicious eyes.
I tried so hard and got so far
I can do my best but that never means it’s going to have been enough to keep the monster under the bed from escaping so that it can’t eat anyone.
born into it
I can still remember eight or nine-year-old me, asking my dad a question that was heavy on my young heart, hoping for an answer that would help me: why do we do things that are wrong?