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disabled language

Disabled is not a bad word.  I love disabled people.  If I hear that someone I’m going to meet is disabled, I get excited like, “Yay, my people.”  And I think of how to make sure that person is included and has what they need: venue, sensory, timing.  How can we include their voice?  I’ve… Read More »

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fiber jokes

Hello, reader.  How are you doing?  Fiber jokes can be a safe way to get out excess craft energy and family pain.  Thank you to Ming for keeping it real about fiber.  My darling is always ready to joke with me. crochet “I’m going to wear the blue knitted hat,” Ming said. “Oh my god,”… Read More »

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dictionary

“Hey, dear,” I said to Ming.  “Do you ever get the feeling your system updated, and you have to re-teach your computer all the stuff you added to your dictionary?” I was at my desk in the early morning, agonizing at my chromebook. “No,” Ming said. “Yeah, I have to re-teach it like ‘zine’ is… Read More »

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standards

Hello, reader.  How you doing?  Drugs used in therapeutic ways can be powerful, like in ritual and ceremony.  Ketamine and shrooms can be useful.  But there’s potential for abuse when roles blur.  A friend of mine was sexually violated in a drug situation that was supposed to be safe and healing.  Standards for harm reduction… Read More »

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gender dr

“It’s ok if we can’t find it.  Gender was always optional, for me,” I told Ming.  We were looking for Gender Dr. Oregon coast Lately we’re housesitting on the Oregon coast–I mentioned it in a previous post.  Wow, how fortunate we are.  The air is clean, and the temperatures are easy.  I love the fog… Read More »

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simple

“I remember when I was a kid, my mom and I were out, and I asked about someone who seemed different.  Something like, ‘Why is that lady acting like that?’  I remember my mom told me that lady was just simple.” I said that to Ming.  We were somewhere in Oregon, on a forested drive… Read More »

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sniffling

Ming was sniffling in the morning.  I was alarmed.  “Are you sick?” I asked. Love in the time of pandemic is confusing, but even more so now that we live in community in a house with nine other people.  If someone is sick, will we all get sick?  Crap. “I don’t think I’m sick,” he… Read More »

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my name and pronouns

Dear reader, how are you?  A friend and I were talking about their name and pronouns.  Kindly, they asked about mine too.  I wanted to share with you about my name and pronouns lately. They can change at any time. This post is partly an email I sent my caring friend. easier name I think… Read More »

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what an apology is

Hello, reader!  How are you?  What’s growing in your inner garden?  I’ve been thinking about what an apology is. conflict I had conflict with a friend.  They apologized for not getting back to a text I sent when I really needed help.  They explained why they didn’t reply, and I was like–ok, thanks for telling… Read More »

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throat chakra

Hello, how are you doing?  I was having some trouble with my throat chakra.  It can feel stuffed up. What words did I need to say, that I swallowed to keep fake peace for my survival?  When did I clam up, to protect myself or someone else?  What truths did I pretend did not exist,… Read More »