do i deserve to live: anarchist praxis as radical emotional intelligence
In which I use the philosophy of anarchism to remind myself that I am a human being who has intrinsic value outside of work, a concept…
That One Time I Hung Out With My Mom’s Dead Body (Again)
(I wrote this last week and it helped me realize how fucked up I was. Since then I’ve gone back to FRAMES, doubled my meditation…
six months
I’m at Commissary! dicking around and X’s mom just stopped me to tell me how much X appreciates the job. It’s Father’s Day. Her dad died…
pauline zine
Kate and I made this zine to give out at my mom’s memorial and this is the best way I can think of to put it…
blanket gratitude
since i’m just sitting here on the couch in the dark let me write another exasperatedly badly punctuated tumblr-type post. man! i’ve gotten so much mail…
the endless motherless present
i said goodbye to my brother tonight i took him out to dinner at the fancy restaurant and then we went to the apartment and we…
Those thirteen days I sat in a room and watched my mother die
December 8. here’s a selfie from three years ago when I had — Beatle boots a pea coat Yoko hair —and a mom who didn’t hate…
