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lucky

“How did I get so lucky, to find this love?” He was half-asleep, naked except for his chonies again, his hair so messy and beautiful. “Oh, you have ocd and narcolepsy. You were in the bargain bin!” I looked at his smiling mouth and closed eyes. We were laughing. I imagined the bargain bin at… Read More »

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MC Candy Foot

breakfast ingredients “You want a grackle for breakfast?” I asked Ming.  A grackle was vocalizing in the courtyard. “Yeah!” he said. “Oh, honey.  You don’t eat birds.  The only animals you eat are sea creatures.” “Well, that’s good because they both start with a c.” “Uh–grackle doesn’t start with a c.  It starts with a… Read More »

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peace is in the body

I’m talking about feeding people, how to love, how we have bodies that need to be tended to, in pain or hunger or anything.  To have a body is to need. Peace is in the body. There you go–good luck with your needs.  If we want to learn at school, we need to eat.  If… Read More »

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souper veg fest

Laura-Marie is my name–making soup at 3am is my game.  Veg are my darlings.  Oh delicious, the bounty of Earth. The sweet potatoes got overdone but were still pretty good.  The broth was spicy and so delicious.  I was concerned it would be too much ginger.  But ginger, garlic, pepper, salt, and the veg-ness was… 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 »

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loss

loss I lost the friendship of one of my closest friends.  The loss shakes my life.  He’s the friend I talked to the most, besides Ming.  We txted a few times a day, and pics to each other.  We had a weekly phone call, shared projects, co-worked sometimes.  I told him everything–there’s almost nothing I… Read More »

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serving

I returned to serving food with the Las Vegas Catholic Worker.  I took about a year off, and my perspective is different now. The whole setup is different now, since covid.  I used to do bread, which I thought was sacred and fun.  Bread of life.  That was a metaphor I enjoyed, for years.  The… Read More »

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bad girls

It was early morning; Ming was still waking up.  I didn’t want annoy him, so when a song began to play, I asked, “Is this ok?”  It was Bad Girls by MIA. He danced a little bit, to indicate he liked the song. “Oh, you’re a dance slut,” I said.  “You would dance to anything. … Read More »

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emotional first aid kit

I recorded a video that’s a tour of my emotional first aid kit.  Or Ming recorded it.  Please view this video, if you get the chance.  Hopefully you can be inspired to make an emotional first aid kit for yourself or someone you love. I emailed out the link to my peeps, yesterday, and posted… Read More »

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Beatty

Oh hey.  It’s a wind-whistling night, here in Beatty.  I can’t believe we’re leaving here to return home, in the morning.  I feel like we just got here. We’ve eaten some good food made by me and Ming.  Took that walk yesterday toward the B of Beatty, and I danced in the sun the day… Read More »