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witch problem

“Hey, honey.  Can you advise me on this witch problem I have?” I asked. “Sure,” Ming said. “Ok, so I was thinking.  I should get a tortilla.  Then I can write something on it and bury it in the ground, and it wouldn’t be littering.” My recounting of this conversation is accurate, but the ideas… Read More »

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the ritual realized

I told you about the breakup ritual I planned, but now I want to tell you about the ritual realized. The prep was a lot, but the ritual itself went pretty quickly.  I invited Ming, and he was happy to participate.  I had the creosote flower, candle from that thrift store anointed with rose oil,… Read More »

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breakup ritual

Ritual is a helpful way to tell truths to myself.  I wrote this breakup ritual to help my body let go of a friend.  I was storing the love in my body, so it’s important to loosen it and let the love-energy flow on to do other things. Getting my mind, body, and spirit all… Read More »

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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 »