I'm a writer no matter what else is happening. I love life & living beings, including humans who make up just 0.01% of all life on earth. I exist to create more playful life for earthlings as a whole.
Hi friends, I've been writing and polishing essay after essay here in July, but I've been unable to press Publish for the past three weeks. There's something fully mysterious and magic about being a writer when I let there be. I've decided
I found these words while following a deer path through tall grass in the shade of some Douglas fir trees just outside of town. Over time, I've learned that I'm a gatherer of words. A forager of wildness and wilderness. I never know everything that the
It was a beautiful day June 30, 2025 1. The day they took Medicaid away from millions it was a beautiful day The day they took the taxes we paid said a clear "Fuck you" to working folks and "Sure, here's 45 billion more!"
I was 37 and just finishing my doctoral dissertation research when I woke up one day and realized that I'd spent my adult life reading primarily the work of men. Almost all books, articles, essays, research papers, and even poetry: men, men, men, men, men. Back in 2008,
First, a thank you. Happy Pride month friends. Thank you, LGBTQ+ family and community and ancestors, from the bottom of our hearts, for everything you so generously give the world with your presence and perspectives, just by being yourselves. I personally need to thank you as individuals, and as community,
I wrote a long introduction laying out my impeccable street cred and demonstrating why I can claim the word "elder" as my own, and why I might deserve to be listened to on this subject, here, just weeks ahead of my 55th birthday. Then I thought about what
We're handing over our beloved Ritual Mischief to her new family in just 8 days. Only eight days left running my own herbalist practice/organization/business. Only eight days left to get all our recipes documented for the new family, all our digital files and paperwork in order,
Last week, I told my small-but-deeply-loved writer's group– out loud– that I will be doubling down on joy, fun, and wonder in my writing this year. And, because they're connected– doubling down on joy, fun, wonder, and rest in my life and my family's
As a writer who is also an herbalist, in addition to writing I currently run a small, local-plant-infused herbal products practice called Ritual Mischief. Stay tuned for big news on that front next week! Big wonder and joy coming your way there if you follow Ritual Mischief! In the meantime,
Humanity is being told by a small group of always-angry wealthy men that we have to give up a lot this year. That we must give up even more now, including people and work and rights and institutions and protections and land and trees we all love, both together and
In one of my large online groups this week, an anonymous and brilliant person from somewhere in the U.S. asked us this: "There is a sign in my city that says “maybe you are wrong” and I think about it all the time. I am getting tired of
Our shared foundation of love is obvious, and everywhere, when we remember to look for it. Sometimes the trick is remembering it's still there or remember to even look. And, sometimes the trick is looking with a heart full of mostly love or gratitude or curiosity, instead of