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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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roses

Just yesterday morning, on our walk, I saw some cute little roses in a neighbor’s yard.  “One day, could we grow some roses?” I asked Ming. “Yeah!” he said. “I always think roses are for other people.  Not for humble permaculturists like us.  But they’re hella pretty!” “Yeah, and what about the hips?” Ming asked.… Read More »

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pain

“Oh hey, you blew my mind today.  When you told me that pain isn’t just to tell us that something’s wrong.”  I said this to Ming, as he was driving us home yesterday.  We’d just housesit for a friend then dropped off some mail at the post office. “Yeah?” Ming asked. “Yeah, I always thought… Read More »

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punk saved my life

Punk saved my life.  It was riot grrl.  Just learning that women like me could scream on a mic, giving voice to our truths.  We can access a wild, loud power.  I didn’t need to learn how to play electric guitar and sweat in front of people, myself.  But knowing other women were doing that… Read More »

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nurturing

Been thinking a lot about nurturing.  What I give, and why–who I choose to support emotionally. quiet For the first half of my life, my goal was to stay quiet and dodge harm.  I was different from the people around me in what I needed, and my differences were not understood and respected.  So my… Read More »

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mantis on a sunflower

I was passing through our courtyard, stopped to say hello to some sunflowers.  Then I yelled with surprise, when I saw a mantis on a sunflower, in our garden. I went back inside the house to put down the laundry basket, wash my hands, and get my phone to take a picture.  Ming was on… Read More »