with care, my love
Maybe that’s trauma. Maybe that’s taking it for granted. Maybe I can’t see it because I don’t think it exists.
unfinished
It is easier to fall apart when it’s safe.
this is me having an experience
I want to exist in a different experience, so I suppose I need to build it for myself.
the valley of the shadow of death
It’s June. It is twenty days away from the anniversary of a fixed point in time. It is two years ago and it is twenty years ago. The grief pulls at me and...
february 17th journal
I’ve finally started asking for feedback on my death doula services page. I still need a name for the service, but the more important thing is WHAT IS IT ...
january 8th journal
I did not write here yesterday because I was recovering from the tweetstorms about the FUCKING COUP that very nearly happened. And today is full of everyone lau...