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 »
I shared with a friend the blog post sacred song, about ishtadevas and re-finding a lovely tune I’d lost, but mostly about being accepted no matter what. When I shared the post, I realized that although I don’t use the words, it’s about cancel culture and unconditional love. I made a zine some months ago,… Read More »
Race, Gender, and Anarchist Cultural Politics is a cool panel I saw online over zoom. There were three speakers speaking some truth of their expertise. I learned a lot–something about anarchist propaganda in the Caribbean up to 1920, then some Spanish writers who were women, and also a little about Love & Rage, which was… Read More »
Hey, I’m late to the virtual zine fest. I guess I’m the punk kid on a blanket on the grass outside the building, selling my zines until security tells me to skeedaddle. Causing ethical distress to passers by. Tense, fraught ruminations: “I want to support the zine fest! I’m nuts about zines! What do the… Read More »
“What do you mean, it was dysfunctional! As long as you did exactly what she said, exactly how she said to do it, everything was fine!” We laughed, talking about happy community, reminiscing. Yes, those were the days. daydreaming I was daydreaming about other futures. We were thinking about where it would be best to… Read More »
There’s a music festival coming up to support Pace e Bene. The interfaith peace org that Ming and I help run, Nevada Desert Experience, is a co-sponsor! What a pretty blue guitar, huh? I was having a fantasy of writing a peace song to perform for the music festival, and asking Ming to record it. … Read More »
I’ve been going for walks by myself sometimes, when Ming is out serving the hungry. I feel brave and kind of free–at the same time, exposed. But it’s early enough that few people are out and about. I see tons of trash. The shopping cart was made to facilitate capitalism, which is exploitative production of… Read More »
When I lived in Sacramento, I went to a women’s clinic for birth control. The patients were mostly women of color, because of how poverty works. The place gave free services to we who had no health insurance. I was unemployed and under-employed, and I got birth control free. Yeah, it was mostly poor people.… Read More »
I used to hate my tummy, back when I thought being fat was bad. I believed I had a responsibility to try to thin myself, and I carried a ton of shame. Now that I know weight doesn’t determine health, and health doesn’t determine value, I love my tummy. What a good tummy I have! … Read More »
I’m definitely pro-life: I love life more than anything. Care, parenting, inter-connection. Nurturing in many forms. Growth, learning, health on our own terms, well-being. Life is a beautiful choice. Freedom is important to the vibrancy of life. To be thrown in jail for birth control choices, or just shamed, for being a sexual being, and… Read More »