There’s a fire a few towns south of us and a really big fire north of us, far north. My friend Jazmine evacuated to our place the night before last and hung out at our kitchen table most of the day trying to work from her laptop pretending to be normal.
Read MoreI’m sitting on the new white sectional watching little black birds fly against the pale grey white early morning misty sky. A gang of black flapping dots, cruising around, doing their thing. I used to watch this bird show all the time from my favorite morning chair, but then when we got the new white sectional, the new white sectional went where the old chair used to be and the old chair moved to a different place altogether. A place comfortable enough to sit and write, but with no view of the bird show.
Read MoreThere have been mass extinction events before and yet history continued. There has been suffering and racism and toxic air and genocide before and history has continued. Doesn’t mean I like those things or the people who promote those things. Doesn’t mean I won’t fight those things and feel grateful for the privilege to do so.
Read MoreWhoever thought truth would be a controversial concept? But I don’t need to worry about you too much. Not before I mind my own beeswax and get clear on what’s true for me. What’s true for me is I care more about people than stuff. That my life is rich because my family and I can afford to get help when we’re sick, food when we’re hungry, shelter when we’re tired, and education when we want to learn. We are rich because we get to give time and a little money to help others. What a privilege.
Read MoreToday, the day after Halloween, is like the Thursday night of my long-gone clubbing days. It’s the day when the real freaky people come out to play. Friday night and Saturday night are for amateurs, tourists, and office workers. Thursday night is for people who care more about play than whatever happens the next day.
Read MoreI’m looking forward to a sober Halloween, where I can enjoy everyone else’s shenanigans and know that Ax and I will be home safe and in bed at a reasonable hour. He’ll get to have five candies this evening, and one a day for a week after that. Then we’ll dispose of the remainder. He understands that the limits come from love, from wanting him to have a healthy, long, fabulous life. He gets that a little candy once in a while is okay, but too much can take his strength and power away. And he doesn’t want that either.
Read MoreThere’s a lot of stuff out there that is upsetting to me. And there’s plenty of unease that I self-generate. I know what’s good for me, a lot of the time, if I slow down long enough to notice, to run that HALT checklist: Hungry? Angry? Lonely? Tired?
Read MoreI’ve been staring at the big blank white wall in our living room for a while now, wondering what kind of painting would look best there. I can see a lot of options, color schemes, scenes, moods, in my mind’s eye. I thought I’d settled on one that had stuck with me for quite a while. I was ready to buy the big canvas and get to work in my backyard art studio (the yard, with a tarp on the ground).
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