Hello, reader. How you doing? I feel concerned and a half about our dangerous culture. I’m uncomfortable with how many people are left out and left behind, barely surviving, and suffering in ways that are not necessary. Why did we make a culture where money-created self-sufficiency is the huge lie? It’s not safe. I don’t… Read More »
Hey, reader. How are you doing? I miss my mom so bad. Last night I was thinking about her death in ways I don’t usually let myself. Then I clung to Ming as they slept. This morning I’m crying because no one ever loved me like that, but her– that deep welcome. I was wanted.… Read More »
“I can’t tell whether it’s jam or hot sauce,” Ming said. “Oh my god,” I said. “That’s how you know you’re in Oregon.” We were at our favorite breakfast restaurant; it’s vegetarian but not vegan, near the train station. Such a Eugene place for breakfast and lunch, busy on weekends and when the university students… Read More »
Hello, reader–how you doing? When Ming and I were homeless the most recent time, that was the most stressful four months of my life. So grateful we got through that. I want to tell you the four sentences that saved my marriage. Here they are. Your needs are valid I care about your needs. I’m… Read More »
“This fancy rice is good,” I said. “So nice to eat something besides food bank rice.” Ming agreed. Don’t worry –I am still dumpster diving, and free is my favorite flavor. But the jasmine rice with such long grains felt like a fragrant treat, with salt and the fancy vegan butter. Willapa Bay We are… Read More »
Hey, reader. How are you doing? Ming and I are recently home from a big road trip. Feels good to write about it and process transformative experiences. There’s a question I still have, now that Ming and I are home. Is California real? I mean that question like another big question I’m asking lately– are… Read More »
“Feeling my feelings,” I could say in answer to anyone’s question of what I’m up to today. What are you doing this weekend? Do you have any plans for summer? What are you thinking for the holidays? Feeling my feelings is the answer to all of those questions and more. It takes almost all of… Read More »
When I was cooking veg sausages and the oil splattered on my wrist, I started to cry, taking things personally. Yeah it hurt physically, but it also hurt my feelings. Why does the oil have to be mean? What am I doing wrong? Why is the oil mad at me? Of course the oil was… Read More »
Dear sweetheart, I’m sorry if someone called you lazy. Asking for help is sacred. I want to be respectful and a safe person to ask for help. Also a safe person to say no to. The idea of being lazy doesn’t worry me too much because I’m disabled, and I opt out of capitalism productivity… Read More »
“Ooo, yeah. I’ve been wanting to write a blog post about loving unauthorized smells,” I told my good friend. “The smell of a hot iron is definitely a smell I’m not supposed to love.” My friend was ironing a tree skirt. That was part of a process of transforming the tree skirt into a Strawberry… Read More »