In fifth grade, I played an apothecary. All of us in the G&T (gifted and talented, not *that* G&T) program dressed up as various roles in a Colonial village, except that of the slaughtered indigenous person or the enslaved black person or the like, of course, because it was Texas in the early 90s, and-- Anyway, … Continue reading Apothecaryaryarying
White Supremacy is alive and well in America, and every person of color has known this for a long, long time. Charlottesville is no surprise, unfortunately, and performative measures won't make it go away. I recommit to doing all I can to fight anti-blackness, antisemitism, and bigotry, in every facet of my life. And that's … Continue reading Crunchy (Except When Chewy)
My friend Ricky is really smart. My friend Ricky is top 1% of smartest, most engaged people I know, which is saying something. My friend Ricky grows things and makes things and has a realllll cute cat and also makes the public healthier and smarter and better able to serve all people. So when my … Continue reading A Request for Recipes, Half Fulfilled (Try the Zucchini Bread)
IV Horton Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal that is taking place among you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. 1 Peter 4:12 A friend and I texted back and forth about the various horrific things happening in our country: about immigration detention centers owned by private … Continue reading The Fiery Ordeal
I have not written. Well, I've written a lot of emails. Not enough, I know-- you're thinking, "but she never answered mine!" and for that I'm very sorry. Instead of writing I've been working. Working at work. Working for Winnie's school, a little nature education non-profit that just bought its very own building. Working for … Continue reading I Have Not Written
I don't even know. Good lord, what a mess. What an absolute, gut-mangling mess. And what now? Twee pictures of our adventures, of sweet smiling faces, rosy-cheeked and wide eyed? Recipes and reflections? I feel like covering this blog in old, grey oatmeal leftovers and burying it beneath bulk mail circulars and old phonebooks. It … Continue reading Hunger, Thirst, Serve, Walk
All quiet on the southwestern front, I know. It's hard to write when things are hard, not because there is less to say, but because it feels like those things might be less worth saying. My instagram feed this weekend was a flurry of sunny pictures from the garden along with captions detailing my anxiety. … Continue reading All quiet on the southwestern front or: how anxiety is eating my lunch
I trimmed goat hooves for the first time this week. I'm not going to turn that into some kind of metaphor, so relax. We've been in New Mexico for ten months now, a little longer than it took to grow Winnie or Georgie (barely). I met a friend (ten months means we've made one! or … Continue reading The Goats and Their Hooves
If only life were my tenth grade English class-- We wrote and wrote and wrote and read and talked and wrote that year. It wasn't the year of my favorite book- Julius Caesar, Old Man and the Sea, A Separate Peace, all were fine- but we wrote and we wrote and we wrote and wrote … Continue reading All Quiet on the Western Front
It is, every day, a reconciliation. An understanding that I will never have enough to give, but what I give must be enough. Reliance on grace to fill in the gaps, faith that one step and then another leads me somewhere, or through somewhere, or nearish somewhere. I say lots of I'm sorrys, but I … Continue reading Apology
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