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disability justice

I love books.  Ideas, words, and language are my favorite.  I also love forming a relationship with a writer–a virtual relationship, usually, when I don’t know them personally.   I connect with the writer through what they’ve created.  We form something imaginary yet somehow real? But I can get overwhelmed by books, and then intimidated by… Read More »

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cat drama

cat cacophony It was around 4 in the morning, and some cats started to howl and hiss as they fought outside our door. I threw open the door and yelled, “Hey!  Hey!!!  Stop that!  Yeah, you!  What are you doing?  Knock it off!!!”  They finally stopped fighting and ran off. Then I realized I probably… Read More »

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recipe card art

I made those archaeopteryx arts a few days ago.  I liked making my art on top of the marketing language / corporate art.  The layer of other stuff felt important, helpful.  A different experience, to look at it.  Complexified! goddesses Then I painted some goddesses yesterday.  This recipe card pulled from a magazine was floating… Read More »

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do you have a moment for autism?

gender Hey, did you know autism manifests differently in different genders of people?  Yep, it does.  You know how I have social differences, sensory sensitivity that makes it hard for me to live, I get hyper-focused on stuff, and I have extreme semi-obscure interests, like I could talk about zines for hours straight? Also I’m… Read More »

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all amaranth, all the time

Woe betide the human who doth love me, made to pose with amaranth, till death by vibrant sidewalk flower. Yeah, where did that come from.  A previous century, I guess.  All amaranth, all the time.  Is it overwhelmingly beautiful, or is it just me? “Would you kneel down right there?  That’s a bend, not a… Read More »

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the mystery of love

mama Fall without my mom is pretty ridiculous.  Today feels like the first real fall day, and I’m crying, that she is not on earth with me.  It feels really stupid, like too much to ask.  How could I have fall without her? The coolness, sweaters.  The smell of pencils being sharpened.  Trees losing their… Read More »

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late guestblogger love

  My darling was late submitting his guestblogger post.  Here it is, from a few days ago, still rather fresh. *** Today is the deathaversary of Laura-Marie’s dad. Our hero is saddened. So Guest blogger here. Yesterday I spent a good chunk of time cleaning out old papers and files. Found lots of stuff lost.… Read More »

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ancestor bird

My stomach hurt, and I hadn’t eaten anything weird or new.  I have these pills with enzymes in them, that I can take.  So I took one and did some stretches I like. I tip a little, to each side, as I stretch.  My fundus is where my ulcer was / is, which is a… Read More »

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celebration lessons

“Life is too varied,” I told Ming as he drove us home, past a gas station and casinos for locals.  “So easy sometimes, and so hard.  It’s confusing!  Like–will the real life please stand up?  I don’t believe they can be the same thing.” blood draw I had a fasting blood draw in the morning. … Read More »

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memento mori

This ATC is for a Halloween swap-bot assignment.  I’m really grateful I signed up for it.  Never knew I could do like this.  It’s blue, says memento mori, and depicts a bird skeleton. truth I have a new favorite Dorothy Day quote.  She co-started the Catholic Worker movement in 1933.  I live in community at… Read More »