Fatten that Boule
Celebrating booty abundance, grief and growth.
Celebrating booty abundance, grief and growth.
I’ve grown these flowers, these vegetables, and this child, from tiny little seeds. While the seams of society are ripping open, and the horrors of systemic racism, police violence, predatory tendencies of capitalism all are cast into the bright summer solstice sun, we have spiritual and political garden work to tend to. We need to…
I’ve been relatively silent in this stream for a number of months now. Huge changes unfolded over those months, including important perspective shifts and closing of chapters that had served their time. There has been grief, transition, experimentation, re-starting and stripping down to the basics. I spent a period of time putting a degree…
One of my goals for this year is to get on better terms with structures and tools like schedules, recipes and budgets, in efforts to run an over all tighter ship. I am tired of being caught off guard by bills that shouldn’t have been unexpected, double bookings and staring into the abyss of the…
I haven’t written much about Searyl’s allergies, but yesterday we had a day out that reminded me that it was something I had been meaning to do. They are almost 11 months old now, and as kids are apt to do, they have been challenging me in some of the ways I perhaps most needed…