My Abuela Had a Shotgun and My Nonna Sharpened Her Tongue
(after George Ella Lyon’s “Where I’m From”) i come from thick fading see-through-vinyl covered couches and christmas lights that never...
Reflections and stories on family relationships, chosen kin, and the threads that bind us.
Pizza Party on the Olive Oil Floor
so my son accidentally broke a brand new massive glass bottle of olive oil around midnight last night when he...
i pray love with the steadiness of mountain
traveling south to see my 87 year old dad at the park where he has been living in his inoperable...
invisibility.
last weekend i was at a comedy show. the comic stood up and said “let’s face it san luis obispo,...
Cinder
“Can we create a space where folks can show up, they can hate their body, not be at peace or...
Small Flame in the Wind
waves of grief, joy, sadness, solidity, gratitude, despair, celebration… i traveled solo to moonstone beach to give myself space to...
Runaway Train
saturday we were given the news that bodhi’s best childhood friend took his own life. i have loved him like...
Reiki and the “Perfect” Moment
This is not the cleaver family… Oh yes, we can get petty. Last night my teenage son asked me to reiki...
September 11th, Violence and Love
I was pregnant with my love child just weeks after September 11th. I remember protesting US government violence in the...