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...
Food Is Love and Other Confessions
I am, occasionally, a cliché. I’m Italian-American. Holidays always revolve around food. And if I like you in some way, I will try to feed you in some way....
Joy Is Rebellion
In the wake of the election, I am grieving. And I am tired. And yet, life continues on. The bills don’t pay themselves. The food won’t cook itself, no matter...
How We Are Surviving This--Again
One breath at a time— one small joy gathered with the others, a bulwark against the dark, a reminder that starlight comes in many forms, but it will always...
All Hallows' Eve
It’s Halloween, and I am thinking on magic. Not spells or potions. Not floor washes or carved candles. But the ordinary magic, the easy incantations of...
What Matters
The other day, one of my dearest friends and I remarked that we haven’t gotten to hang out yet. We’ve been friends for 10+ years. (We're plotting something...
Caring and Vampire Moments
I’ve said this before, but I’m either the bravest person you’ve ever met or a vampire—you must explicitly invite me in, or I will assume I’m...
The Tenor of Warmth
“Ring the bells that still can ringForget your perfect offeringThere is a crack in everythingThat's how the light gets in.”― Leonard Cohen Thinking today on...
Both Moon and Lighthouse
This morning, the weather seems to have turned. I put a soft robe on over my clothing to dash outside to pet the neighbor’s cat, who was waiting on the back...
Again and Again and Again
Be good to people. Not superficially. Not looking for some eventual return. Just for the sake of being good to people. Because while things are a...