Not belonging. What is this feeling, really? Social houselessness. Rejection. Invisibility. Masking in order to function. Chronic isolation. When I feel this way—unbelonging—I want inclusion. When I want inclusion, I often say something, a sort of signal to others, with hopes that they’ll add me in: I wish I would’ve known, I would’ve joined you…Continue reading “Where We Can Meet”
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Tending the Flame
My sacred fire. I thought this depleted. The last months feel a test, a reckoning, a renewal. My body rupturing—one infected stone turned an intricate system upside down. How delicate every cell. How reliant one upon the other. I’ve thought my body depleted before. Other illness, self-destruction, a war, a death. Even the beauty ofContinue reading “Tending the Flame”
In the Business of Softness and Truth
Journal Entry from 16 Sep 2026 It softly rains as I softly write. My pen, often pushed across the page with holy rage. My pen, my exit wound for body stories. Can you pour away all that burned you, all that nearly buried you through art? I’m in the business because I believe you can.Continue reading “In the Business of Softness and Truth”
I Come from Soil, Grit, and River
NOTE: I originally journaled this longhand on Sept. 2, 2026, a week out of ICU and a day after my second kidney surgery. Yesterday, part of the infected kidney stone was removed and a new stent placed. I am placed in charge of removing the stent on my own on Sunday. I already feel betterContinue reading “I Come from Soil, Grit, and River”
She is Bamboo
Content Warning: This post discusses suicidal ideation, suicide attempts, and sexual abuse and trauma My body, this body, how many times she’s nearly not made it. 2006, a bizarre ear infection. The bacteria traveled to my mastoid, a honeycombed bone in the back of my head. The air pockets in the bone filled with strep.Continue reading “She is Bamboo”
Sometimes, Deprivation is a Choice
NOTE: My entries are published non-linearly, offered to the world based only on courage. Today’s entry was originally penned on September 8th. Here, I’m ready to share. * Let me tell you, I’m amazed with my body. I can’t tell you if I’ve ever, across my sixty years, simply witnessed her miraculousness. After each babyContinue reading “Sometimes, Deprivation is a Choice”
In Gathering Grapes and Grief
I fell apart yesterday. Along with the body, this body, my body, pulling herself together, my heart cracked and crumpled. A break-up. My choice. My clarity for life moving forward. Clarity to know who and what I will allow access to me based on love, kindness, compassion. My choice—not rash nor emotional—but a series ofContinue reading “In Gathering Grapes and Grief”
Noticings
Noticings, This is my new substack newsletter. While I’ve loved my little Ramblings blog here, I haven’t visited often enough. It has felt, well, neglect-full at best. My website is still running all the things: upcoming events, new projects, and freshly published art and programs. Noticings will hold a theme: the little things I noticeContinue reading “Noticings”
Fast Publication?
Are writers who take years to publish better writers than those who publish frequently? I’m asking for myself because I hear this fairly often. Because I hear this often, I assume the statement is targeted at me. I might be the target because over the last four years, I’ve published four books. (Thank you, MoonContinue reading “Fast Publication?”
We Need More Kintsugi
I taught a kintsugi art class in 2024. It went less than well, mainly because I nearly caught a few participants’ eyelashes on fire. I’ll come back to my fire-hazard moment. Let me back up: I’m not a kintsugi expert and this was my first and only kintsugi workshop. For me, kintsugi began as aContinue reading “We Need More Kintsugi”
