My preferences are good to keep in mind, if you would like to be kind to me. name It’s ok whatever name you call me, as long as it starts with Laura-Marie or River. Sweetheart, beautiful miracle, Honeybee, cutie, and Darling Heart are ok too, depending. Peace is my preferred last name, but Taylor is… Read More »
We found this amazing huge fig tree and picked a bunch of low hanging fruits. Wow, such gorgeous black figs. They were so delicious–free breakfast. Ming’s like–nothing to see here. What’s a teeshirt basket? What’s a fig? Then he’s all–oh yeah! Breakfast is on me! This is the biggest fig I ever picked. What a… Read More »
Hey, I finished another patch. I think this one looks really good. I mixed yellow thread with green, then yellow with orange. Looks vibrant. My friend keeps a zine I made on her altar. I felt loved, when I saw that, and asked her if I could take a picture. Another friend of ours went… Read More »
Gmorning. I made an art that means a lot to me. It’s a new triptych that has to do with family, trust, my coastal and desert homelands, agriculture, farmworkers, downwinders, and my place in it all, with Death grinning in the middle, and fruits. Yes, strawberries are very like the tunas, with a tilde over… Read More »
Yesterday we went to a park in Henderson with a lake. Ming likes to walk there, some mornings. There are tons of Canada geese. Coulda sworn I saw a plover. Where I come from, there are endangered plovers. So I looked it up, and the Bird & Hike guy says yes, when they migrate, you… Read More »
“Are the fears of our ancestors supposed to become our fears?” I asked. “Uh…” Ming said. “My mom was afraid of bridges. She was also claustrophobic,” I said. I’d just asked Ming to take a picture of the varicose veins on the back of my right leg. He took the pic and showed it to… Read More »
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Sugar McD (@shooglet) Hey, I really like this art. I like the mystical vibe, the tummies, togetherness of humans, triangle-ness. The normalization of bodies fat like mine, valid bodies. Thank you and love to the artist and models. Thinking a lot lately about all bodies being… Read More »
“Is that too great a burden to bury?” I asked Ming. Then I laughed and laughed. Getting old is wild. On Saturday, a friend I hadn’t seen in more than a year asked, “Why is your hair turning gray?” I love being 44, who I am, my age, and all I’ve been through, to get… Read More »
I made hat genius 23, a new poetry zine. Poems about psych wards, amethyst, addiction, sexual longing, basil, and looking for the elusive extra nipple. How mental illness is the history of my family. There’s a series of short poems about dreams right in the middle, and I drew some cute pictures too–shopping cart, street… Read More »
History is happening all around us, like I’m naked under my clothes. Hey, I made this mini-video of Guanyin in the square garden bed with sunflower leaves that are dancing around her in the wind. Maybe the mic wind noise is annoying, but you could turn off the sound. She looks like a great example… Read More »