If Your Work Was Stolen by Meta...
So, by now, the entire writing community is up in arms, because greedy assholes have illegally stolen folks work and livelihood—knowingly. To check if your...
Today's Small Magicks
Lately, I have been trying to be vulnerable. Open. Because someone always needs to take the first step. Offer, and see what happens. It doesn’t always come...
A Few Good Things and a Small Request
Today, I am trying to remember good things. Yesterday, two anti-trans bills got booted out of Montana, thanks in no small part to some epic speeches from...
Baby, I Was a Miracle
This morning, I watched a small spider descend from someplace hidden, landing on a bit of dried flowers above my desk. It then sat completely still, as if it...
Love Letters and the Ace of Cups
Love is something that can stop us in our tracks. It can tilt the world sideways, but it can also set it right again. It is the one thing worth risking...
Your Girl Is Tired
Today hasn’t been a great day. For one thing, I’m stressed out about The Horrors (politics, fueled by assholes). Truly, there are days it just gets to me....
Love in the Time of...Whatever the Hell This Is
With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, it seems inescapable. And while people often get angry or annoyed with the holiday—citing a manufactured day to...
U.S. Frens
Hey, so, this is important. The New York Times (gift link) has reported that FBI officials have been ordered to resign or be fired by Monday, Feb. 3. To be...
This Isn't a Magic Spell
When my mom died years ago, I remember who showed up. And who didn’t. And how surprised I was in both directions, to some extent. A dear friend told me she’d...
Small Gestures Matter
I've been trying to write this week's newsletter, but I don't have the focus for it. My heart is just howling at the everything. I know I am not alone in...
Poetry and Musings
Before we begin the beguine, housekeeping notes! I have a new poem out at Strange Horizons, and I am extremely proud of “Of Water, Always Seeking.” If you’d...
What to Say When Everything’s on Fire
This morning, one of the first things I saw was some ignorant dipshit grousing about a GoFundMe for a family that had lost their home in the LA fires. My...
The Fool Begins the New Year
Match-struck, fire-heart, this is an offering of flame to new gods, slowly fashioned, called from all corners, summoned with deft hands and above all, mirth—...
small gods of happenstance
It’s a chilly day today, so I am curled up with a favorite cup of tea in a favorite mug. I am currently trying and failing to unbork my back, while the cat...
Wolfwatching*
leaving means letting go, but also letting in, and here, we are open doors, undone locks, a song of dreams lit long into the night, darling, we have both...
To Offer Hope, When Things Are Hard
Yesterday evening, I wrote this on Instagram: Here’s to the laughter and the heartbreak. The ones who rush in when others run. The old memories that burn...
On Boundaries
Something, this week, reminded me that I don’t like having my boundaries pushed. At all. It was hard red light that caught me by surprise—because the...
Bits and Bobs, Holiday Edition
Since the holidays are barrelling toward us at alarming speed (seriously, who hit fast-forward on the end of this year?), I have gathered a few small...
Time’s the Greatest Gift You Can Give
I’ve been musing on this, this morning. It’s almost midday as I write this, and I have been thinking on the importance of making space. Of listening. Of...
Because Holidays Can Be Tricksy, Like Hobbitses
Tomorrow is American Thanksgiving. And I am sitting here, drinking coffee with an eye mask on, before I start my cooking. The calm before the storm, etc. I...