Fridays are for fortitude. It’s important to protect hope…to keep it in sight. Maybe it’s hard to access right now, and that’s ok. Today I had these thoughts: racial reconciliation is slow, but it’s birthing. The body (our country) is in shock–and pain. Some of us are just experiencing the first sense of pain and … Continue reading Fortitude


(Editing to add: The lens I predominantly write from is one that intends to be BIPOC affirming, though I understand intent does not always correlate to supportive impact. I am open to clarification of biases I may reveal in my writing. Blunt responses are welcome here.) Hi all. It’s become shockingly clear that we have … Continue reading Smoldering

The Data Doesn’t Pan Out?

Um…ok, I give up. I thought I was done posting on anti-racism, because it’s time to stop enabling. I’m not the white fragility whisperer. It’s not my job to entice or cajole you to do your own anti-racism work, white peers–and especially white female peers. My words clog up the space that rightfully belongs to … Continue reading The Data Doesn’t Pan Out?


Where do you turn for refuge? Do you take the time to nurture your activated nervous system, your extra tight musculature, your weary mind, and your clenched jaw and guts? Your soul? Your heart that beats a little faster these days as we grapple with the unfathomable number of mutual truths we’re being asked to … Continue reading Refuge

It’s time

Sometimes, when nothing makes sense at all and the world is in flames, things are crystal fucking clear. We need more than love. We need aggressive, shameless love. Are you tired? I’m tired. But I’m also on fire. Aggressive. And shameless. Love shows up like a hurricane, a pound of feathers, and a ton of … Continue reading It’s time

Meet Susan

(From May 2018) Sometimes, the things I study and write about are so heavy, heady, and effective in striking the discord of dissonance that I can’t stand it. Composting existential dysphoria into nourishment is one of my gifts…but there are times this other thing comes out of me. Susan. Her name is Susan. My brain … Continue reading Meet Susan


Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less. ~Marie Curie   Can we track down the exact moment in history, or her writings that prove this was said? And if so, is the meaning we make from … Continue reading Grace