I have her hands
My mother used to say disparaging things about her hands. She felt embarrassed by them, that they were ugly somehow. Her comments were...
I have her hands
Dear Al Franken
Until We Learn How to be with Our Own Discomfort, NoThing Will Change
ReMember
Mind’s Contorted Confusion Traveling on the Speed of a Bullet
M M M
Take Your Right of Way
Generative Urges
It’s not on us
Patterned Defense
Design Flaw
Sleep as Journey
Patience
Memorials, Monuments, Meaning, and Movements
A Meaningful Absence
Uninformed Kindness Causes Harm
What if there is no category
Stop. sense the sadness
How do I know what is Enough?
Keep 'em on edge and they'll push harder out of fear