Moving through Shadow

It seemed that I was incapable of putting things into words in 2016. I wrote only the papers that I had to submit for professional purposes. I wrote no poems. I answered emails so sporadically that I’m sure people must have thought I disappeared. I wrote in my journal but twice. This space sat empty,…

Herbs to soothe our collective grief

On this day of Thanksgiving in America, there are a lot of people in pain. There are people who do not have homes, people who have lost their children to police violence, people whose lives have been torn apart by sexual violence, people who are angry and have many good reasons to feel rage. We…

On Becoming a Radical Homemaker

This morning when I woke at 5:30, instead of going back to bed and trying to ignore the cat asking for attention, I picked up a book that had been languishing on the bottom of my library book pile for a few months.  (It’s bad when you’re a librarian and can renew as many times…