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open letter to YouTube

This open letter to YouTube is asking for justice for poor and disabled people who have different sensory needs because of autism. Dear YouTube: Thank you for gathering so much music into one place.  I’ve used your website for many years, steadfast as friends went to spotify–even before then, as friends used Pandora.  I like… Read More »

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dime

I found a dime on the ground by this fish market in Eugene, Oregon.  I wasn’t sure it was a real dime, but I picked it up and put it in my pocket.  Yes, seems real. It made me think of that song by Bob Dylan that starts, “Once upon a time, you dressed so… Read More »

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new wave 4H

We saw a hippie by the Safeway grocery store parking lot.  This was in Redding, California as we traveled north to Oregon.  He had hemp jewelry and some signs.  One sign said New Wave 4H: Hungry Hippie Handtied Hemp in rainbow colors.  I love it. I was curious to speak with him and was feeling… Read More »

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war on the poor

Hello, I saw a lot of war on the poor, in Bakersfield.  It made me super sad.  More than ever, I perceive how the world is set up for the convenience and ease of people who have homes, cars, jobs, and are abled and have money.  At the expense of everyone else. We were at… Read More »

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little free pantry

Hello, how are you doing?  Isn’t this little free pantry beautiful in the gleaming sunrise light? Free is my favorite flavor.  Little free libraries are cool, and I’ve known about them for a while.  They feed the mind.  But little free pantries will feed the tummy.  How lovely. This one had inside some cans of… Read More »

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when I was homeless

I was taking a desert walk with Ming, thinking about when I was homeless.  Thought I would tell you about it, reader, if you don’t mind. friends I have a lot of friends who have been homeless, way more homeless than me.  But sometimes they mention it, and I feel super-sad.  I get a punched… Read More »