Wonders Never Cease

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Introducing ourselves well vs. fixing ourselves and others

There are some new folks here. So I thought I'd combine a sort of Wonders Never Cease and Lori introduction–we're always changing here—with sharing a few simple things that I'm personally unlearning/learning/being/doing this fall. Welcome friends. This is us.

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How to spend less– and more intentional– time on social media

I'd been spending very intentional time– and far less time– on social media in 2025 and 2026 than I have in years past. It was going great! Then, in March I got Covid again, and by May I had long Covid, and extreme chronic fatigue as the worst

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What can I do about authoritarianism and fascism?

As a writer and community story wrangler, essayist, poet, researcher, herbalist, auntie, and elder caregiver hybrid—and now as someone with long Covid's terrible chronic fatigue—I'm online a lot. Here in the U.S., so many people now are on chronic overwhelm, stressed, hurting, struggling,

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Unspoken easy

Unspoken easy Have you heard the secret password for belonging? When getting my doc degree I worked my metaphorical ass off (as my actual ass grew) day & night, library after library years diving into field after field school after school— philosophy to chemistry theology, biology eavesdropping then & now

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Update your words, friends: it's time to get weird and be REAL (Part 2 of 2)

Part 1 shared footprints I've found recently on the weird path to being REAL and my story about how long Covid and I are gleefully killing Caregiver Me. Here in part 2, strange new words emerge as I shake off my old words and then questions emerge—questions

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Footprints for getting weirder and being REAL (Part 1 of 2)

Life is messy and often confusing or busy and exhausting and sometimes it's scary as hell. Here we've noticed that becoming more honest about what we're really feeling, doing, thinking, and becoming—sharing more of our lived reality, more of our wild imaginings, and

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Are Good Neighbors the turning point in chronic illness? (2 of 2)

Seeing well—seeing and feeling more of this world—may be the key to turning the corner with long Covid or chronic illness. At least it seems that way to me. Ok, story time. Simply by being so sick for so long and talking with more and more people I

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Are Good Neighbors the turning point in chronic illness? (1 of 2)

This is a two-part essay and story about having a chronic illness and all the things that have helped me with my long Covid symptoms across the past four months in 2026. Many suggestions have helped me a little bit, but nothing helped me a lot. Until this week.

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Listening to the wise woman: a practice for human beings

It can be difficult to hear the core– the wisest– voice speaking from within us these days. There's so much disconnection, fear, distraction, mistrust, cruelty, violence, needless suffering and death, anger, exhaustion, outrage, and despair—in the human world anyway. How did we ever believe that we humans

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Where do I go?

This new poem Where do I go? stretches time. Co-creates with you some time for getting a bit off track, a bit lost. For any practical folks out there, that means that it might enjoy being read or spoken aloud across three chunks of time, such as one part

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Shed, hold, receive, creation

This is a five-day poem. Read one part each day for four days. Don't think about it, worry about it, or try to glean or learn anything at all. Poetry is joy and joy is enough. Let your body swim with the space and language like float-

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How to find your people

I'm taking a class right now called The Artist Must Take Sides: Culture & The Moment Past, Present & Future, hosted by The People's Forum in New York City. It's Tuesdays, 3:30-5:30 PST, through the end of May 2026. I highly

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