Writer, teacher, gardener, nature-worshiping queer.
I took a break from letter-writing for the last month—postcards, too—to absorb some life events/changes. The changes are still unfolding (when do they stop?) and so I’m mostly just trying to stay present in this liminal space. Letting go of regrets about past losses, visualizing a
This post was written while we all watched and rewatched videos circulating of a beautiful queer poet & mom being executed by ICE in her Minneapolis neighborhood, in front of her wife and neighbors. For those of you who watched the BLM protests, and the Gaza protests, and thought: that’
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Dear Friends, Solstice greetings! Thank you for the many lovely responses to my first letter. I’m extremely behind in my correspondence! I’m blaming my admin job, where I’ve been sending emails to film festival entrants, et al, for hours at a time, since the end of November.
Dear Friends, In the first of these monthly letters, I want to begin by saying thank you for reading this sentence. Margaret Atwood’s oft-quoted advice to young writers goes something like this (no, I won’t look it up; it’s 5 a.m. and I don’t want