It is the day after Father’s Day 2021. All day yesterday I read beautiful tributes for, grief infused messages to, and lots of pictures of, Fathers, but I couldn’t write one yesterday. I was Quiet. Thoughtful. Remembering. My father died
It is the 4th Thursday in November (Native American Heritage Month), in the height (so far) of Covid deaths in 2020, today cresting 270,000 . This is the day all non-Native Americans learn to be “Thanksgiving”, the one “American holiday”.
The date is June 30, 2020. The last day of Pride month in the time of Corona Virus, the rising call for racial justice through protest and cultural revolution that is touching us in personal and collective ways. Deep change
Written while living on stolen land from the Tohono O’odham (Chukson-now called Tucson, AZ). It has been almost 3 weeks since George Floyd was murdered by 4 Minneapolis Police officers. This watershed moment broke open the sea of discontent, anger,
Sickness is raging through humanity right now. Plagues and Pandemics have shaped humans again and again. What used to be thought of as “Spirits” or “Demons”, now we know they are microscopic sized physical beings who “infect” us. They are
Greetings friends, I am now gratefully ending my season of irritation. Yesterday was the end of the latest edition of Mercury retrograde. For the last month there have been a series of irritations working on me trying to get into
I am the daughter and the granddaughter of combat veterans. I have learned to see, and slowly understand, the negative impacts of post-traumatic stress on warriors and their families. In my personal life, my experience with my father led me
