2023: Comfort Is Served
We are all angry. Seething and out for blood. Where do we go from here? The pandemic has been the arsenic cherry on the difficult lessons of a decade.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
We are all angry. Seething and out for blood. Where do we go from here? The pandemic has been the arsenic cherry on the difficult lessons of a decade.
There is an interesting thing about memory foam. It yields to your touch & pressure. Not fast, not reacting. More like an indulgence, a consideration. Later it pauses with the impression you’ve left on it, as if ruminating. Just as meditatively it returns to its original self.
A house that is a warzone. A courtroom for custody battles. Dumping ground for other people’s pain. My body.
If I were fifteen years younger, I’d identify as nonbinary. Gender has been the biggest weapon of the beaten path.
Feeling the tug between two places – one that feels like home and one that is dutifully home.
Giving sex an easy place in my mind, required moving around the furniture inside my head – old traumas, inherited shame, cultural taboos. This book taught me flying.
Post COVID, life is uncertain but it’s an open road. Everything is a lesson, every meeting is a gift.
I’ve been in so many conversations. I’ve come back overflowing with so much. Then someone says hello and they pass.
I went back to my alma mater, this time as faculty. It brought me even more lessons. Back to school is always learning.
Closures have never been easy for me. 2022 feels like a long checklist. I have to go somewhere next but where and why?