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disabled dancing

Hello, I recorded a new poem “disabled dancing.”  I wrote it a few days ago after chalice circle.  We’d been talking about pets, and I was thinking a lot about teeth.  How some people get their pets’ teeth cleaned, but I live with elders who’ve been chronically homeless, and mostly they don’t have teeth.  I… Read More »

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waking up medusa

I’m so excited my friend released a new album.  I’m listening and feeling so grateful to encounter the art.  The band is Lost Luna, and the album is Wish Upon a Star.  The first song is Waking Up Medusa. Please do yourself a favor and listen to this beautiful truth, Waking Up Medusa and all… Read More »

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awkward botany

I’m so excited, my friend’s awkward botany blog–my guest post posted!  Please take a look.  Permaculture Lessons, part one is my science writing debut.  Well, it’s not that sciencey.  But I’m so happy to contribute to this plant lore, collaborate with a friend, and share with many readers about something I love. My guest post… Read More »

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how to sing your way through a panic attack

I wrote this poem how to sing your way through a panic attack this morning in the kitchen.  Although it’s written as instructions, it’s autobiographical.  I hope it gives you ideas of how to feel your feelings, grapple with death, and keep trying. Ming recorded me reading it.  We’re staying at a gorgeous cabin in… Read More »

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nostalgic casserole

Good morning–been thinking about nostalgic casserole.  Yes, what my mom made when I was a kid.  There are two main nostalgic casseroles that I group together: hamburger chili powder, and chicken with rice. hamburger chili powder My mom would start rice.  While it cooked, she would fry up some ground beef in her favorite frying… Read More »

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trusted

Imagine if the truth about our own bodies and needs was trusted.  If we weren’t expected to hand over our power.  If medical pathologizing wasn’t the only way to have our health needs seen as legitimate. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, since a friend told me that people like me need… Read More »

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feminism 101

I was thinking some feminism 101–I remembered something I read a long time ago, when I was a kid.  It was in a magazine for teenage girls.  Never did I buy or subscribe to a magazine like that, but my friends did.  At a library, one might be left on a table, and I would… Read More »

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burnout

I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’m on earth to do, including radical mental health and the Las Vegas Radical Mental Health collective.  I’d like to help do something meaningful and connective with many people, and radical mental health has been that.  The part that hurts is my own burnout. How do you prevent… Read More »

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completed February artalong

Hello, I wanted to show you the completed February artalong.   The picture shows the yellow not as bright as it really is. I’m glad that I tried–part of me wanted to skip February, but I didn’t want to hurt the feelings of the kid who made the prompts.  The theme of the prompts was All… Read More »

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lizard

“Hey, honey.  What if I get tattoos all over my body like a lizard?  Then would you still love me?” I asked Ming.  He was driving us home. “Lizards get tattoos?” he asked. “No, so I look like a lizard!” I said. “Yeah, that’s totally fine.  That’s no problem.  I’ll still love you,” he said.… Read More »