Help Me Get These Boots On: February 4, 2017

Hello, beautiful boot-wearers!* So I hope you have had a nice week trying to hold in your mind things like “now there is an EO designed to ban Muslims**” AND “now the congressional switchboards are melting, because the most ever people are like ‘no the fuck thank you.’” Both at once. Everything at once. To get my boots … More Help Me Get These Boots On: February 4, 2017

Handing Us Over

It’s not the case that I feel unable to do all normal things since the election, but I have experienced confusion in doing normal things that are meaningful to me, including writing. Lidia Yuknavitch said recently “Writing is just a different way to march.” I believe that. And, some writing I can do would be like … More Handing Us Over

Five Days On

There is so much to say, and it’s being said, so mostly I am in listening/reading (and hugging) mode right now. (Also, hiding-in-a-novel mode when I need to. May I recommend Alexander Chee’s Queen of the Night?) But I was at Facing Race this past week. It was exactly where to be. The smarts and … More Five Days On

Quit Assking

A while back I made up a word analogous to “philosophy/φιλοσοφία,” (love of wisdom): “philerotisi/Φιλερώτηση “(love of questions). And: sure. I stand by that word. “Live the questions!” smart spiritual people say, because Rilke said it and because it’s wise. Lately though I’ve noticed that I have so many questions, like just way more I can “live” … More Quit Assking

Life Suckles

A word I’ve been thinking a lot to myself lately is “nourish.” This surprises me, because until the beginning of the month it had been on an internal list I evidently maintain called “words that are beautiful but have ruined by Real Simple (et al).” But then I got back from arting camp and found that in the following swirl of … More Life Suckles

What I Made at Camp

From July 10-24, I was on a piece of land formerly known as the Fort Ord Army base. The base was closed in 1994, and now it is the California State University at Monterey Bay. I was there for a graduate writing course called “Essay Writing: Personal Passions and Public Issues.” And it was indeed a course: … More What I Made at Camp