October 16, 2026

i did a thing
and i’m hesitant to say i did well
and that i’m good at it
because i still have two more evenings
but i suppose i can treat those two evenings
like i treated yesterday
and look at them as though this is all
a learning opportunity

i mean, that’s kind of what life itself is, isn’t it?
just one giant learning opportunity:
learning how to be a human
learning how to interact with others
learning what you love and what you don’t
learning how to say goodbye
learning how to live
learning how to learn

maybe?

October 12, 2026

i have artist’s utensils
next to my writing spot
[which is also my eating spot
incidentally] i have a pencil with which
to sketch, a few good erasers, a sketch pad
i’ve actually been using, some colored
pencils to the other side,
and even a bag that i got at the art store
that has art all over it, and yesterday
i even gave advice
about art
[to kip, whom i would call
the artist in this house]
that made a piece of art
better

so maybe
i am learning
some artist skills

maybe
you can teach
an old dog new tricks

maybe maybe maybe
i’m not as set in my ways of
‘i can’t draw at all’ as i thought i was…!

September 4, 2026

learning new things
talking to new people

just because i
stepped out of my house yesterday

[and yes, i could have/should have
been doing many chores on my
forever growing to do list, but
hey, i fell a little more in love with
this city and its people and
nerds in general, and i love being
able to just go to a thing i know
almost nothing about and make
friends and learn so so so much]

[that’s what living in
nyc is all about, right?]

August 26, 2026

the stress
and the stress of the partial resolution

what will happen with the real resolution
[or will there even be one at all?]
[and if so, how much more stressful
will it be? will i get? will get me?]
i wish i could react to stress
intelligently
but instead i go from my version of zero stress
[which is still pretty damn stressed]
to so stressed i can hardly move/breathe/deal with the stress at hand
and somehow the stress is resolved
or not
and we move on
and it cycles all over again
and i never learn to act quickly
i never learn that i still survive even with all this stress inside
i never learn that the cycle is already approaching
and my body will react the way it reacts

i never learn
i never learn
i never learn

June 14, 2025

the congratulations
about speaking up
against racist microaggressions
is not “you did it, what a good ally you are!”

it’s “you said more than you would have in the past,
and the world didn’t end
and you didn’t get in a shouting match
nor were you physically assaulted,
so maybe, next time, you can say two things”

because
the bad feelings after the interaction
were not “you said something, and something went wrong”
it’s “you regret not saying more”

and perhaps, after that, you now have the tools
to say more
in the future

[and for any white folks out there
looking to get “dreads”,
just know that locs or dreadlocks are the actual terms
and they are not a hairstyle for you.
period.]

February 21, 2023

the concept of community scares me

and i know the ancestors of this land
would balk
at that self-assessment

but i bet white supremacy would smile

feeling/being only beholden to oneself
makes for
either
one great bootstraps story
or
one of many that the upper-crust doesn’t have to deal with
other than as
stepping stones

but i was born and raised in this society
that values individuality above all else
and insists that, even within social standing
that place is precarious at best
(imagine entire books/movies/tv episodes
about a whole friend group
turning against you
for no reason other than
they can)
so to be solidly a part of a posse
you should be the one holding
all the power

that isn’t sustainable
that isn’t healthy
that isn’t the way humanity should be

but

i’ve lived it

multiple times

so please, caretakers of turtle island
i feel whispering in my flailing mind
from time to time,
forgive me as i resist the concept of community
and rely on only myself
and my spouse
for literally everything–
i’m only doing what i was taught
for the first 30 or so years of my life
and experienced from others
taught the same way…

my heart is vulnerable
but quite willing
to learn

November 24, 2022

can one have growing pains
in one’s own brain?

the body eventually stops–
no more taller,
(maybe a bit wider,)
eventually the opposite:
shortening,
giving in to gravity,
what we do daily
affecting us
forever

but our minds
constantly
shift/
change/
adapt/
it’s not as easy
to pick things up,
but it is still possible.

so as we grow
into this new version
of our brain,
is that where headaches come from?
is that why i need more sleep than usual?

i wish i had
something
akin
to a wall measurement
to see the invisible
expanding…

June 23, 2021

another adventure
another setting out
this time for something
not quite as happy
but hopefully fulfilling
and connecting
and kind.

~~~

there are studies
that show
the earlier you deal with death
the better
(or so much worse)
you are at handling any death
as an adult.

i solidly fall into the second category,
my brain short circuiting whenever death is present
whenever someone is grieving
my go-to comfort is
to leave them alone.

but when you’re not a pre-teen
figuring out exactly what you need,
most folks would opt for connection
for a few words of comfort
not alone time.

so
after months of watching back episodes of
“Ask a Mortician”
and
reading her books
and
listening to her podcast
i’ve figured out a better way of dealing with death:

i ask the grieving person
what their favorite memory is of their loved one.
i specify they don’t have to share with me,
(but i’d be happy to hear if they choose),
but to simply think of their favorite memory.

i’ve only had two opportunities to use it so far,
but both felt connective,
kind,
and i felt useful
(all i really want to feel anyway)

so,
anyone grieving,
(or having gone through grief),
what’s your favorite memory of that person?

~~~

our dog
staring at her food
for minutes upon minutes
as if she’s having an existential crisis

(what a way for the universe to show us she belongs with us)