Not Exactly Civil Disobedience

You’ve seen these snarky pict-o-grams go up every Friday but I don’t think I ever explained why I answered all these questions. Maybe I did. I can’t remember. If you’ve already heard this, feel free to go watch cute baby animal videos. If not, I did this to be a bitch. I admit it. These…

Midwinter Brew

I remember my first black teacher for three things, which is magical because I was in the third grade. She was one of the few black faces in an endless ocean of white in the ’70s, in Kentucky, in my youth. That was the first thing. She was Black. This seemed supremely important to me….

My First Releasing Ceremony

A funny thing happened on my way to the new year. Not funny ha-ha; funny dammit. For the past several weeks I keep dreaming about pulling foreign objects out of my body. No pain, no trauma, no horror, just matter-of-factly removing whole objects from parts of my body where they couldn’t possibly be stored. Like…

Home Fires

I tried to burn a Yule log this year on the solstice, closer to the traditional method in which it was not a piece of a log but the whole tree. This was the old school method. An entire tree was cut and fed into the fire by an appointee who stayed awake for the…

It Can Wait

While you are shopping around for goals for the new year, I’ll share what’s in my cart so far. Whatever else you choose this will surely make it all easier and healthier. It’s a practice. Wellness is a practice. — Mercy

The Elephants In The Room Are Humping

I don’t write much about sexual wellness, mostly because I don’t feel qualified. I feel fantastically qualified to write about sexual unwellness, but as for bringing the same kind of insights to this topic as I might bring to running, yoga, nutrition, emotional health, frugality; nope. I really can’t. Yet. Because there is a point…

Merciful Methods

Okay, so October is not better. October is worse. I don’t have a plane, or a boat, or a peace-keeping force, or enough money to make lawmakers listen to me or care about my interests. I don’t have aid/relief funds or supplies. I am not a celebrity. I don’t have a gun. What the hell…

The Difference A Day Makes

Dad is alive. Siblings are well. I’m grateful. I’m relieved. The lesson lingers. A quiet smile for it all. The smallest of uplift. Today always feels like a somber day. A celebration would feel unseemly today even if affirmation of life could be considered the ultimate just cause. This day still requires a certain amount…

Soul Memory

How can she walk around like that? How dare she walk around like that? How dare she think she should walk around like that? Looking that way Wearing that Living that way Choosing that Doing that Saying that Believing that Someone needs to set her straight. Someone needs to give her a clue. Someone needs…

The Nope Files–Don’t Be

Here’s another one for the Nope Files, found on Pinterest: Sounds good, doesn’t it? Sounds reasonable, right? Sounds inspirational, no? It’s not. It’s pressure to change into someone else. It’s a subtle way of telling you to be someone other than This Girl. Don’t be you; be That Girl. The language is important here, because…