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Tracye Ditmore

My therapist died suddenly, and I’m heartbroken.  Her name was Tracye Ditmore.  I found her online around six years ago.  She knew everything about my emotional life–she helped me get through so many things.  She was brilliant, and I can’t believe she’s dead. This is her picture from the internet. The therapist-client relationship is weird… Read More »

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time out

I like to give myself a time out when I’m overstimulated or overwhelmed.  In my bedroom, with the lights off, lying in bed in the half-dark–that’s a time out.  There’s nothing punishing about it.  In fact, it’s my joy.  It’s rest, and rest is everything to me. My circuits get overloaded sometimes.  Probably that could… Read More »

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unconditionally valid

Good morning–I made this new art I thought you might like.  I like my style.  Unconditionally Valid is craft paint and sharpie on product packaging card stock. The craft paint was separated, and it didn’t soak into the card stock very well, but I like that effect, actually!  There are two humpback whales depicted, and… Read More »

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snotty nose rez kids

I heard some new music lately I thought you might like.  The most exciting thing was Snotty Nose Rez Kids.  Wow.  So much food for thought.  And great sounds, slick production.  I learn more about the conventions of hiphop and make connections among what I learn.  Feels fertile. This one Creator Made an Animal blew… Read More »

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let it shine

I led a zine workshop for a Let It Shine intergenerational event at the local UU church.  The theme for the month was holding history, so we made zines together to tell a story.  Somewhat randomly, I thought we could do birth stories.  I have a book On the Day You Were Born, and Ming… Read More »

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clothes

A friend gave me trash bags full of her mom’s clothes, maybe a year ago, as her mom moved into assisted living.  Her mom’s clothes mostly fit me.  Ming and I sorted through countless jackets, shirts, pajamas, pants, dresses.  Some of the clothes were worn out and done.  Most we gave away, but some we… Read More »

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drug dealers

I saw a meme comparing doctors to drug dealers.  I found it provocative and edgy!  Also very true. So I changed the middle part and made my own meme, my own version.  The yellow background is simple, but I think it’s ok? Social support is a big factor in health outcomes and well-being, but mainstream… Read More »

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what I’ve learned about food

“What do you think is in this pot?” I asked Ming. “Potatoes,” he said. “Yeah!  How did you know?” I’d boiled four potatoes while he was sleeping.  Lately I’ve learned a few things about food I would like to tell you. potato boiling One is–I give up.  I will boil my potatoes before I fry… Read More »

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the back entrance to a psych hospital

Ming had a doctor’s appointment that was supposed to be virtual, but last minute he heard from the office that he needed to be there in person.  So we went to a medical part of town, across from the children’s hospital.  I walked during his appointment, and it was pretty miserable.  I saw something disturbing… Read More »

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ideal homestead

Oh hey, how are you doing?  Did I ever tell you my ideal homestead?  It changes, from time to time. Recently Ming and I visited a new friend, and the backyard of her house was wonderful.  There was some garden, a lemon tree, an amazing playhouse, a porch swing, and some workspace.  But the thing… Read More »