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the ritual

The ritual I had on January 24th was important to me because it moved through me some feelings that I didn’t know were stuck. My friend proposed it, when I sent a mass email to ask for help around my mom’s death anniversary.  My friend is elsewhere, the one I know who seems most connected… Read More »

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disability justice

I love books.  Ideas, words, and language are my favorite.  I also love forming a relationship with a writer–a virtual relationship, usually, when I don’t know them personally.   I connect with the writer through what they’ve created.  We form something imaginary yet somehow real? But I can get overwhelmed by books, and then intimidated by… Read More »

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don’t touch me wrong

Hey, guess what today is. You have three guesses. Nope, not egg day. Not Thanksgiving, though every day is good for thanksgiving. No, not International Popsicle Day, probably. I didn’t look that up. Today is the anniversary of the first nuclear bomb test, Trinity Day. In the desert, where my peeps are from, in New… Read More »

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promises, promises

“What’s your plan with this burrito?” I asked Ming. “You mean on high?” he asked. He had the burrito on top of the rice cooker, and it really was somehow towering over the other counter objects. “Yeah, like an angel I’ve heard,” I said, feeling bewildered by how his burrito became suddenly like an angel… Read More »