Justice Needs More Than an Acronym
Reading aja’s words likeswords slicing through honey how can i not be Influencedmovedignited and softened in the same breaththe question i meant to ask isdo i have the right nothing makes me special, wounded i bear only the lightest scar, it rests in the corneri wear my ignorance like an itching sweater, wanting to return ithow can i listen dream rest killwith you not wanting … Continue reading Justice Needs More Than an Acronym
A Simple Spell to Face Fear
I’m not great at this. I like to not look at what scares me. I tuck it away. When I need help, sometimes spellwork gets me to the place I need to be in order to move forward. You’ll need: Compact mirror or small mirror small piece of paper a rock – can be a normal rock or a fancy rock like obsidian or anything … Continue reading A Simple Spell to Face Fear
I Bring Teeth
I Don’t Know Where to Start
My mom has been gone from this world for almost two months now. I have this nagging sense that I have to write down all her stories – everything she ever told me, everything she taught me. Because I can’t bear for whatever legacy she has to be lost. To write it all will be cathartic, heartbreaking, and nostalgic. It will be painful. I don’t … Continue reading I Don’t Know Where to Start
3.9.21
Seasonal Affective Disorder
Nothingness, Then All at Once
My mother died a week ago today. I wrote this on the plane coming back home after being with her for her last 10 days in this life. I don’t know why this time the patterns at 36,000 feet below me are so comforting. It’s like I’ve never even noticed them before. The trees that partition off crops like rivers, the strange dirt tributaries that … Continue reading Nothingness, Then All at Once
The 460th Day of March 2020
When the pandemic started, I stopped brushing my teeth in the morning. I don’t know why. Well, I do, though. I rationalized it a little like this: I am working from home. No one sees me. I won’t eat breakfast until 10. I need lots of coffee in the mornings, so I don’t want to ruin my coffee with toothpaste. And so on. I would … Continue reading The 460th Day of March 2020
Precious Things
When I bake, I think of my mother. My mother is not necessarily a baker, but her love and persistence with cooking in general instilled in me at a very young age a deep need to create and connect with people through food. I also think of my father’s mother Emma, who was indeed a prolific baker, but whom I did not get to see … Continue reading Precious Things
hands which whisper/ this is my beloved my
As we near Samhain, I wanted to share something I wrote a while back. While I like watching scary movies and checking out really amazing Halloween decor (who knew San Diego was so into Halloween!), it’s not really a time of year for me where I am super festive. I find myself drawing inward, and really focusing on past relationships – especially with those who … Continue reading hands which whisper/ this is my beloved my
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