i don’t want to write about renisha mcbride. i don’t want to know her story. last week i saw 12 years a slave, and then beloved. it was an intense […]
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Year: 2013
moya bailey + octavia butler + me = awesome geekout
a little while back moya bailey and i had a google hangout to talk about the octavia butler and emergent strategy work that has been developing from the allied media […]
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i’m writing
i’m writing, i’m writing. i have been writing a little less for this blog and writing more science and speculative fiction lately, and it’s exciting. i do want to develop […]
funny moments with the babies
(wrote this last week but just getting around to posting. yay babies.) i spent 48 hours being on point with the kids. we had a blast, although i couldn’t quite […]
please-don’t-die
i drove a plant across this country once, from brooklyn to oakland. the plant sat in the back while my sister april was with me, til denver. after extensive and […]
gentle work: facilitation lessons
this past week has been an incredible week of facilitation and learning. i started the week in petaluma california with a circle of community midwives and reproductive justice workers connecting […]
the good people
ah, the tender vast space between myself and the good people. i generally don’t use the terms good, bad, right or wrong with any seriousness. this is an exception. i’m […]
when it rains, be the ocean
i am just landing home after two weeks in mexico with friends, learning what off-season looks like. i booked the trip thinking of my birthday, sun, writing, mexico, beach, reading, […]
towards the whole
i spent my 35th birthday in the third week of my first year of teacher training with generative somatics. it was wonderful. the work is about figuring out what we […]
birthday reflection: the joy precipice
‘It’s warm, and the sun is out It’s like my heart’s restored… And I’m thankful for seeing Another spring…’ Nina Simone actually it’s dark, the stars are out, the milky […]