Thinking of you, sending love and this crocosmia bloom.
Olive oil from Palestine
Today I’m grateful for the delivery of these bottles of olive oil that strengthen my connection to Palestine and our shared humanity. They arrived from the farming collective known as Olive Odyssey.
Per Olive Odyssey’s About page:
Our journey began amidst the rolling olive groves of Palestine, where we aim to connect farmers from diverse corners of the land to come together with a shared purpose. Our mission is simple yet profound: to tell the story of the Palestinian people through the medium of olive oil. With each drop, we paint a portrait of connection to the land and a commitment to sustainable practices.
Their commitment to sustainable practices especially resonates in this very moment as wildfires rage and air quality is literally hazardous in so many parts of North America, not to mention the endless bombing and destruction in the Middle East. Knowing that Palestinian farmers continue to work their land and tend to their olive trees is balm for my soul.
Our roots are entwined with Palestine’s soil, and every member of our collective carries this deep connection. Born and raised in this land, we consider ourselves a family – a family that extends beyond borders to encompass every farmer, every enthusiast, and every plate our olive oil graces. Together, we form a circle of support, nurturing not only olive trees but also the futures of Palestinian families.
I’m grateful Zippy continues to purchase from Olive Odyssey, making us part of that circle of support for the olive trees and Palestinian families.
Free Palestine!
Twofer Tuesday: Bald Eagles edition
Today I received the gift of two Bald Eagles sitting on a moored timber off Ediz Hook. Upon sighting them, I hurried to the car for my camera and started taking photos from there, propping the lens on the roof. When I realized they were maybe going to stick around a bit longer, I moved closer and took more photos. And when it became clear they were just hanging out, I got closer yet and propped my big boom-a-roo lens on a log and sat as I snapped pic after pic. That’s where I was for this shot (click on images to enlarge). You can see their yellow eyes and the hooked tips of their impressive beaks.
I wanted to be ready to capture them in flight so switched the camera settings for action shots. Of course, they remained in place although the one eagle teased me by spreading their wings.
The eagle on the left did eventually fly off. Alas, those flight photos don’t do that glorious bird justice so I won’t sully this post with those.
Here’s the final eagle photo of the day, a majestic pose by the bird that stayed behind.
I’m so grateful not only for the gift of the eagles’ presence but also the last-second decision to grab my big lens before heading out. Oh, happy day!
Wordless Wednesday: the Remember to Stretch edition
Today marks 1,000 days of the Gaza genocide
**There are links at the bottom of this post: books (40% off!); esims for internet access; the American Friends Service Committee and their Action Hour; Boycott, Divestment, & Sanctions (BDS) movement.**
One thousand days of genocide. Shame on the world for allowing this atrocity to play out before our eyes. Where’s the sense of shared humanity with the Palestinians? And now also the Lebanese? The United States has been the enabler and accomplice as it shields Israel in the international court and provides bombs that accomplish the dual goal of genocide and profits for the military industrial complex.
Per “1,000 days of genocide” from The Wire (the newsletter from Jewish Voice for Peace), by April of this year the Israeli military had destroyed 90% of the residential neighborhoods in Rafah. And because the U.S. ignored the obvious genocidal intent and chose to continue funding and enabling Israel, that apartheid state has expanded its deadly campaign. As of April, Israel has also flattened 11,000 buildings in south Lebanon as it continues its reign of destruction. Israel not only wants to drive Palestinians and Lebanese from their homes and communities, it also wants to wipe out all traces of their existence. According to UNICEF, during this sham “ceasefire” that was declared in October, Israel has murdered one child in Gaza per day.
Fortunately, people are waking up. This past week, Rep. Diana DeGette, the Democrat who’d “represented” Denver for 15 terms lost her primary in large part because of Palestine. In March of this year, DeGette was approached by a constituent who questioned DeGette’s unflagging support for Israel. As you can see in the linked video, after offering weak excuses, DeGette told the constituent that if Palestine was the one issue she cared about, she shouldn’t vote for DeGette. Guess what? On Tuesday, a whole lot of voters didn’t vote for DeGette. The incumbent not only lost to 29-year-old Melat Kiros, DeGette lost by 13 percentage points! Kiros, a Democratic Socialist, received 21,000 votes more than DeGette who began serving in Congress several months before Kiros was even born!
That vote in Denver (and others around the country) have given me a boost. People are saying no to genocide and the status quo. We can and will create a just and equitable world.
Here are some different ways to be in solidarity with Palestine and Lebanon:
- Haymarket Books currently has a summer sale in which all books are 40% off, including books on Palestine and Lebanon
- Donate a few dollars to Crips for esims for Gaza so that a Palestinian can access the internet
- Join the American Friends Service Committee (the Quakers) for their weekly Action Hour for Palestine (Fridays 12pmET/9amPT)
- Learn about the Boycott, Divestment, and Sanctions (BDS) movement
- Plant some poppies or admire your neighbor’s beautiful blooms 🙂
And remember: from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.
Solidarity!
An uncommon merganser
From Cornell Lab of Ornithology: Common Mergansers usually nest in natural tree cavities or holes carved out by large woodpeckers. Sometimes mergansers take up residence in nest boxes, provided the entrance hole is large enough. On occasion they use rock crevices, holes in the ground, hollow logs, old buildings, and chimneys.
Wow. Am I alone in being amazed to learn these large ducks can nest in holes carved out by woodpeckers and also sometimes wedge themselves into chimneys?
Sorry, but there’s nothing common about these birds.
Wordless Wednesday (almost)
NO to merging U.S. and Israel military intelligence & surveillance systems!
EDITED TO ADD: As of 7:27pm ET (Wednesday), there hasn’t been a vote so there’s still time to make those calls/send those emails!
Apologies for being scarce around here as I continue to recover from covid but I’m making an exception for this vital issue I just learned about via Adalah Justice Project (ADJ).
The following info comes from the ADJ (full text pasted below), but here’s the gist:
On Wednesday, the Senate Armed Services Committee is expected to mark up and vote on its version of FY27 National Defense Authorization Act (NDAA). The House just voted on and finalized their version which includes Section 224: the United States-Israel Defense Technology Cooperation Initiative, which aims to merge the U.S. and Israeli military intelligence and surveillance systems.
Clearly, this would be catastrophic.
Please call each Democrat and Independent on the Senate Armed Services Committee (list below) OR send an email. Here’s all you have to convey:
I’m reaching out regarding an upcoming vote before the Senate Armed Services Committee. I want the senator to reject any measures that would merge U.S. and Israel military intelligence and surveillance systems. I just learned about this and am appalled it’s even being considered. This vote is VERY important and we need the senator to reject any such measures.
NOTE: if staffers asked for my zip code, I gave it and said I was calling all committee members because this is such an important vote that affects all of us.
Jack Reed (D – RI) (202) 224-4642
Jeanne Shaheen (D – NH) (202) 224-2841
Kirsten E. Gillibrand (D – NY) (202) 224-4451
Richard Blumenthal (D – CT) (202) 224-2823
Mazie K. Hirono (D – HI) (202) 224-6361
Tim Kaine (D – VA) (202) 224-4024
Angus S. King (I – ME) (202) 224-5344
Elizabeth Warren (D – MA) (202) 224-4543
Gary C. Peters (D – MI) (202) 224-6221
Tammy Duckworth (D – IL) (202) 224-2854
Jacky Rosen (D – NV) (202) 224-6244
Mark Kelly (D – AZ) (202) 224-2235
Elissa Slotkin (D – MI) (202) 224-4822
You may also call the Senate switchboard to be connected to each senator’s office:
(202) 224-3121 (this is how I did it and it was easy-peasy!)
I wish I could provide a list of email addresses but each senator’s website puts that contact info in a different place and some only allow emails through their portals. (The above hyperlinks came via an action page at Center for Biological Diversity)
Thank you for taking action! ✊🏽
FULL ADALAH JUSTICE PROJECT text:
Last week, the House Armed Services Committee voted on and finalized its version of the FY27 National Defense Authorization Act (NDAA), including a terrifying new measure––the United States-Israel Defense Technology Cooperation Initiative (Section 224)––which aims to merge the U.S. and Israeli military intelligence and surveillance systems through “network integration” and “data fusion,” joint training exercises, and co-production of military technologies and weapons.
On Wednesday, June 10, the Senate Armed Services Committee (SASC) is expected to mark up and vote on its own version of FY27 National Defense Authorization Act (NDAA). Although the bill text hasn’t yet been released, it’s likely the draft will contain a measure similar to Section 224 of the House bill.
Championed by the Israel lobby and Prime Minister Netanyahu himself, Section 224 would move U.S. support for Israel away from the traditional framework of military funding packages that require Congressional oversight into a shadowy maze of Pentagon procurement, licensing, and backdoor deals that are harder for lawmakers, taxpayers, and future administrations to track and regulate. If passed, the initiative will supercharge Israel’s violence against Palestinians, and increase surveillance and targeting of activists by U.S./Israel intelligence agencies.
Call the Democratic and Independent Members of the Senate Armed Services Committee NOW before Wednesday’s expected mark up, and demand they reject any measures aiming to merge the U.S. and Israel’s military intelligence and surveillance apparatuses. Senate members must push to re-direct public funding towards community services like healthcare and housing––not genocidal wars and bloated Pentagon budgets.
Thankful Thursday: regained health
I’ve been scarce around these parts for the last several weeks as I recovered from covid. It was the first time I’d tested positive and today I’m grateful to feel (mostly) like myself again. Ever since the start of the pandemic, we’ve masked indoors which is a huge factor in why it took so long for SARS‑CoV‑2 to get me. And there’s a very good chance I know the source of my infection: Zippy.**
As shared at the time, on May 13 we were abruptly faced with saying goodbye to our beautiful Marcel, so when Zippy felt off that night we thought it was just a grief/stress-induced response in his body. Deep in our mourning, we didn’t even think to test or isolate. Then late at night on Friday the 15th, I suddenly had a sore throat. Finally, I thought to test. Positive.
Spoiler alert: the experience was no fun. Fortunately, we have good friends who brought us meals and medicine, flowers and notes, along with offers to help in any way we needed. It was Zippy’s second covid experience and he recovered more quickly (in part because he took a full course of Paxlovid while I only made it halfway through before having an allergic reaction that forced me to stop the treatment). I mostly did a good job resting my brain by staying off screens, but being a community organizer meant there were a few items I needed/wanted to tend to, which I did, as quickly as possible. “Quickly” is a relative term, though, when you’re infected with a virus that invades every single system in your body. No lie, I actually felt my brain getting hotter as I struggled to wrangle a few words for a short call-to-action. I’d already been turning down other organizers’ requests for help and that hot-brain sensation reinforced that decision.
Fortunately, reading books didn’t bother me and I embraced my down time by sitting on the patio, upper body in the umbrella shade and legs in the warm sunshine. I gave up reading the anger-inducing Blue Power: How Police Organized to Protect and Serve Themselves, and instead read a bunch of children’s books written in verse (non of which were especially good, in my opinion, so shall remain anonymous). I also read Rabbit Factory (which was my least favorite Larry Brown book, but since he’s dead I can say that without hurting any feelings) and David Grann’s The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny, and Murder which was an incredible and horrifying “adventure” that never needed to happen and only did happen because humans are exceedingly greedy and violent.
I also took my camera out on the patio (just that one time, though, as it made my head hurt) and photographed some of the flora and fauna.
I also poorly photographed a black-tailed deer walking through the trees and shrubs about 15 feet from where I sat which you’ll have to imagine yourself. I’m currently kinda grumpy about the neighborhood ungulates because despite there being a forest right up the street, they prefer chomping flower blooms plus the zinnia starts I’d planted (the only thing I’ve planted since moving here). So, I’m in no mood to showcase deer right now. (Although I did try to photograph two new-new fawns while taking a walk the other day because they were so tiny and cute and not-yet-destroying gardens.)
Well, my eyes are tired now from this screen time so I’ll stop here, grateful to be upright and taking part in the world beyond my patio. I do hope you’re doing well. 🌻
** my guess is he got it while at the dentist on Monday of that week but we also briefly did some political work that evening in a non-ventilated room with a dozen unmasked people which means we could have gotten it at the same time and Zippy’s infection incubated faster.
On this Nakba Day: “the Palestinian soul has no weight in this colonial world”
Today is Nakba Day, marking 78 years of ethnic cleansing visited upon Palestinians since the establishment of the State of Israel.
It began in 1948 with the destruction of villages, massacres, forced displacement, and the theft of their homes and land. At that time, more than 750,000 Palestinians were expelled or forced to flee, and hundreds of Palestinian villages were destroyed.
The Nakba of 1948 was followed by Naksa, the 1956 war, the First Intifada, Second Intifada, six wars between 2008 and 2023, and the current genocide being livestreamed for the entire world to see. Dr. Mohammed Khattab, born in 1945, was three during the initial Nakba and has experienced that entire list of atrocities. Rather than suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), it’s more apt to label the Palestinian experience Continuous Traumatic Stress (CTS) as their stress is generational and ongoing.
Per Abdallah Abo Shamla, a 29-year-old supervising psychologist, “Trauma is deep-seated, yet there is no time to live it fully or move on from it. So we are forced into resilience.”
Much of the above (including my post’s subtitle “the Palestinian soul has no weight in this colonial world”) came from “For Palestinians, the Nakba Isn’t Just History. It’s Also Our Present” by Hend Salama Abo Helow (published in Truthout). It isn’t an easy read, but it’s essential we acknowledge the ongoing trauma of the Palestinian experience. By doing so, we give weight to the Palestinian soul in this colonial world.
If you have the capacity to further lend your attention and voice to Palestinians, please contact your representative to ask them to co-sponsor Rep. Rashida Tlaib’s resolution recognizing the Nakba and calling for an end to U.S. complicity in Israel’s violence against the Palestinian people. A letter template is in place which you may send as-is or personalize.
On this Nakba Day and every other day, my heart and convictions remain with the people of Palestine.
From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.
Saying goodbye to Marcel
Even though we frequently joked about Marcel’s really big/long back feet, it was his heart that was supersized. Without a doubt, Marcel had the biggest heart in our household. He had love for every member of the family and not only groomed his brother Loki and Emma the dog, but often licked Zippy and me with his rough, pink tongue.
Longtime readers of this blog have been treated to many photos of camera-shy but oh-so-photogenic Marcel over the years. (A sampling here, here, and here, plus a Friday Five devoted to Marcel here.) This pic from May 3rd was snapped at bedtime to send to Zebu (because what better way to ensure your son’s sweet dreams than with an intense cat photo?)
Today we had to say goodbye to our lovable goof.
It all happened very quickly. Marcel had been listless and less active over the last several days and this morning, for the first time in the history of Marcel, turned down his breakfast. Our vet got us in quickly and the news was very bad. The options were limited and not-great, and the only one that made sense for our beautiful, approximately 14-year-old cat was to end his suffering. Breathing had become difficult and painful. We scheduled one of those sainted veterinarians who perform euthanasia at people’s homes to come help us a few hours later.
We used our remaining time together wisely. In a role reversal, Brother Loki groomed Marcel.
Marcel and I spent some of that time outside where he sniffed at flowers and took a few peppy steps in pursuit of a bee.
He watched two swallows perched on an eave. He even carefully flopped down to roll on the concrete, inviting me to rub his tummy.
Twice, I caught him “making kitty biscuits,” his front paws curling as he (an indoor cat) reveled in his outdoor freedom. He did not, however, exhibit his ultimate proof of happiness: drool. But, he did lick his paw and swipe at his head to remove the dust he’d collected while rolling about on the concrete. Marcel was fastidious to the end, even licking the back of his tail which Zebu and I had always teased Mr. Tidy for its yellowish tint.
Too soon, I was holding that soft, wonderful, big-hearted boy in my arms as he took his final breath. My hoodie is covered in his white hairs and my heart is struggling to process what happened so quickly and unexpectedly. All I know for sure is I’m forever grateful Marcel chose us way back in 2013 when Zebu and I walked into that pet food store where we’d been told two cat brothers were being fostered while waiting to be adopted. Marcel literally met us at the door and we never looked back.
Thank you for the years of smiles, snuggles, and games of fetch-the-elastic, Marcel. You were a gift to this family.
Friday Haiku: crane balm
Garden Tour
My vow to utilize this site on a regular basis–both by writing here and interacting with my WordPress friends– has obviously fallen by the wayside and today’s post is merely a documentation of the blooms in the vast garden we inherited a year ago, but it’s a step in the right direction on this anxiety-ridden day. These photos were taken two days ago and I hope the little glimpses of beauty brighten your day.
And last but not least, here is some red chard planted by Zippy. We have a friend we used to split a Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) share with and when we received LOTS of chard he’d then designate it “a chardy day,” and ever since, our texts always include “wishing you a chardy day!”
In honor of Dave, I want to wish everyone here a chardy day! And may this week be filled with beauty, joy, friendship, and bird song.
Local matters
The last time I posted here was two weeks ago when I lamented a city council member’s plan to propose a camping ban. Things did not look good. Well, I’m here with a happy update: this past week, the city council voted down that council member’s motion! And not only that, the council voted in favor of further research and discussion around sanctioned camping areas and sanctioned parking areas for those living in their vehicles! They’re also looking into additional public restrooms and trash receptacles! None of this is a done-deal but they voted down the worst of the proposals and in favor of some humane policies. For that, I’m grateful.
How did this happen? Community involvement! After an earlier council meeting at which people with the “lived experience” of getting clean shared their stories (which were very much in favor of criminalizing homelessness and insisting “the only way to get clean is go to jail and be forced into drug treatment”), it became clear we also needed to hear the lived experience of community members currently living outside. So we gathered statements from about 20 people without housing, asking a handful of questions including:
- what happened in your life that you ended up living outside?
- what would a camping ban mean to you?
- what do you wish people understood about what it’s like living outside?
- how long have you been a resident of this county?
We then transcribed their responses and lined up volunteers to read the statements at the next council meeting. It was eye-opening to hear stories of a death in the family or a divorce or job loss or rent increase that lead to them living outside, circumstances that could happen to any of us. Equally informative was that the vast majority of people were long-time residents of the county, some for their entire lives, and that information poked massive holes in the haters’ lie that “homeless junkies move here because they have it so good.” Each statement read at the city council meeting ended with “What do I wish people understood about what it’s like living outside?” followed by insights such as :
- “People drive by and throw cans at us.”
- “We’re just trying to survive.”
- “When our belongings are taken and thrown out, that includes things like doctor appointments and court dates. Losing that stuff makes it even harder for us to pull ourselves together.”
- “It’s not easy. Our nervous systems are in permanent survival mode.”
It was a powerful public comment period, both for those in the audience and the volunteers who amplified the voices of the most vulnerable in our community. I can’t help but believe those statements played a role in this week’s vote by the city council.
Local activism for the win!
I’m sharing that here as both an update to my earlier post and because these days are so very difficult. It feels as we’re powerless in the face of all the cruelty and violence being inflicted on people, not to mention the very real threat of nuclear war. It’s tempting to check out. True, we have zero control over this regime or the actions of our so-called opposition party, something I find both terrifying and rage-inducing. But we’re not powerless. Each of us can work to strengthen our own communities.
As Mariame Kaba and Kelly Hayes and other veteran organizers say: pick something that matters to you and focus on that. For instance, do you have a public library in your community?
Libraries are under attack from those who fear learning and knowledge. Book banning has reached such horrifying levels it’s affecting children’s publishing. (An excellent resource for learning about books and book banning, including what may be happening in your state, is BookRiot.com.) Library budgets are being slashed, but there’s some recent good news. Librarians are losing their jobs and they’re coming together to support each other. There are all sorts of ways to get involved (my easy/fun experience is below):
- Free and easy strategies for helping your library obtain funding and fight book banning
- Check out Libraries for the People which includes a variety of strategies for defending and strengthening our beloved public institution.
- Check out Every Library for “tools to make sure that libraries remain the cornerstone of well-educated communities throughout the country.”
My fun and easy experience? Yesterday, I gathered with others in our mutual aid group to support our local library system and we wrote 100 postcards to voters, expressing our support for a Proposition to restore the library levy rate (which would result in a $0.17 increase per $1,000 assessed value). It felt great to take action on behalf of our community. During our time together, I didn’t think about the smorgasbord of atrocities going on in the world. Instead, we talked and laughed and marveled at the gorgeous Eric Carle postcards provided by the Proposition organizers. Take a look at a sampling of those beautiful cards:
As a parent who owned and read many Eric Carle books with my sons, it was a trip down memory lane. And it felt very right to use gorgeous pieces of art to ask for support of the library. Books literally save lives.
Okay, this is much longer than intended so I’ll stop here. 🙂 Thank you for reading this far. Please, if you’d like to share a sentiment about your public library or maybe a community effort you support, or really, just anything not-awful, I’d love to hear from you.
Until then, solidarity.
Sunday Confessional: leaning hard on my brother-in-law
Today would’ve been my brother-in-law’s 73rd birthday and I’ve been thinking about and missing him an awful lot. As his sister said to me in our text exchange earlier, “He was the easiest person.” It’s true. As I wrote here, Bob was always my refuge. He accepted me for who and what I was, no judgments attached. I wasn’t special, though, because Bob was easy with everyone. That’s not to say he was a pushover. Bob fought hard his entire life for the most vulnerable among us. The thing about being in the struggle is that we win some and also lose battles along the way.
I know this and yet earlier today felt myself descending to a dark place. I’ve been collaborating with folks in my community to advocate for the unhoused who are being threatened with new policies that would further criminalize them for the “crime” of having to sleep outside, and today received a response to emails I’d sent city council this week. This particular member outlined policy proposals they plan to introduce at the next council meeting and those policies contained zero glimmers of our shared humanity, and instead focused on proposals to protect property and “public safety.”
I felt so deflated. And when soon after that I learned our local Planned Parenthood was shutting down next week, I wanted to curl up in a ball and pretend none of this stuff was happening.
Then Bob popped into my head (again). Bob didn’t give up. As was highlighted over and over at his memorial, Bob never turned cynical or stopped hoping and believing in a better world.
Today I am honoring Bob by refusing to give up on the struggle for a better world. Happy Birthday, brother. (P.S. Bob, please forgive me for posting this photo your sister shared with me today as I couldn’t resist documenting your goofiness!)
Friday Haiku: worm edition
Wordless Wednesday: Black Turnstone edition
Ode to turkey vultures
As I walked with Emma a few minutes ago, I saw a turkey vulture circling way up high. Then there were two. As Emma happily sniffed at the grass, I tilted my head and watched the vultures gracefully circle each other against the blue sky. Then a third joined. A fourth and fifth. Everything inside me felt lighter as I witnessed those birds soaring above. They circled higher and higher, their red heads no longer identifiable, as white underwings flashed in the late sun.
Eventually, they started flying back toward us and just before they were overhead, a seventh vulture joined. I kept my eyes on them, turning to follow their flight until the sun blinded me. Such a gift. And when I saw that Emma was sitting quietly, waiting for me to finish, I felt even more at peace. What a good doggie.
We’ve been seeing turkey vultures on our walks for the last few weeks which makes me happy. It helps knowing they continue to fly free above all the cruelty and violence happening down below. It also just helps knowing such amazing birds exist, we owe them a huge debt of gratitude.
Because, did you know this fun fact from the Cornell Lab of Ornithology?
- The Turkey Vulture’s stomach acid is extremely acidic, so Turkey Vultures can digest just about anything. This also allows them to eat carcasses tainted with anthrax, tuberculosis, and rabies without getting sick. By taking care of the carrion, vultures provide an essential service for the health of our ecosystems. Without them, carcasses would accumulate, and diseases would spread from rotting flesh.
All hail the Turkey Vulture!
Heartbreaking decisions
Just had a lengthy phone conversation with Wildebeest, our older son. He and his partner are navigating choices involving their future together and what that might look like. Without going into detail, suffice to say the decisions they’re being forced to make are greatly influenced by the state of this country, the global community, and the planet itself. The ongoing chaos and degradation weren’t caused by them or any other young people in this world, and yet, those grim realities are shaping their choices.
I know it’s a pointless use of my energy but there are days I feel immense guilt for being part of a very privileged class and generation that brought about much of what is wrong today, and then blithely brought two children into the mess I helped create.
Thank you for reading this far. Here are some cormorants (and ducks) for your time.
Friday Haiku: entanglement
Wordful Wednesday: assorted musings
For years and years, I exercised my writing muscle as I wrote novels for young readers in hopes of publication and did so almost every day until my literary agent dropped me while we were on submission to editors in August of 2024. That split was a deeply traumatizing gut-punch and I immediately stopped writing the second draft of my work-in-progress. Unfortunately, I’d suffered a series of such gut-punches and couldn’t put myself through that process ever again, so I quit. The thought of getting my hopes up again only to be cast aside without thought by someone I’d considered my advocate was too much to bear. It was painful not having my creative outlet but it seemed best for my well-being to stay out of that arena.
Eventually, I couldn’t ignore the creative itch or GRAPPLE which was the manuscript that’d been on submission. I reread then revised it, cutting over 10,000 words in the process, and was so happy being in that mode again! I truly do love me some revision. I’m so freaking proud of that very timely story (friendship story set against the backdrop of a small town divided over the presence of a private prison and proposed expansion of a detention center) and submitted the manuscript to one publisher that accepts unagented submissions. Now I’ve started thinking about another project I started and abandoned years ago. It’s unlike anything I’ve written and I’m kinda-sorta considering revisiting it. I do so love writing middle grade novels. At the same time, I’m also very tired of writing books that are never read by my intended audience. Anyway, I’ll sort through all the feelings and do whatever’s best for me.
Why am I sharing this now? Because earlier this week I struggled big-time to write a 3-minute comment I’d planned to present to city council last night. And that struggle was probably due to the fact that my writing muscle had gotten rusty. Writing for young readers had been such a huge part of my daily life and now I wasn’t doing it. How could I keep in shape?
*smacks forehead*
Hello, maybe you could fully utilize that blog you call “Another Day On the Planet”?
So here I am, publicly recommitting myself to this space and my writing. As mentioned before, I love reading old posts about stuff I’d completely forgotten. And in that spirit, I’m going to document a few things now before they also slip my mind.
- I did successfully complete my public comment regarding the unhoused, our shared humanity, my opposition to criminalizing homelessness and forced treatment for substance use, and read it at last night’s city council meeting in a voice that shook because (1) public speaking is hard for me (2) I was flustered from accidentally showing up late and (3) my turn came after two speakers who shared their views in loud and aggressive tones–views that did not match mine–and I was convinced the room was filled with their supporter so it was like being in enemy territory, and for context I’ll add that one comment can be paraphrased as “I was in a basement jail cell during 9/11, one block away from Ground Zero and that’s how I got clean because you have to hit rock bottom to get better and my rock bottom was a block away from Ground Zero and everyone’s recovery has to look exactly like mine!”
- On Saturday morning I ran 1.75 miles on the Olympic Discovery Trail next to the water, the farthest I’ve run in months (YAY!) as I rehab my right heel, and when I slowed to a walk and looked over at the water I saw a brown furry head looking my way and then it was gone and even though I watched the surface for another minute I didn’t see it again but maybe it was one of the Otterly Magical gang?
- A few minutes ago I took advantage of the break in rain and walked Emma Jean-Jean around the neighborhood where she enjoyed all the aromas while I enjoyed the rain-scrubbed air and rescued four earthworms from the streets.
- Right after that last worm rescue we saw two dapper crows walking and poking around a neighbor’s yard and I wondered if crows eat worms, and after a brief search of the interwebs upon our return I can confirm that YES, crows do eat earthworms.
One last thing to share: hellebore plants in the front yard. The photo on the left was taken after today’s walk and the other from a couple weeks ago is the more common representation of these plants which like to hide their faces which mean’s today’s sighting is a gift, and that visibility is due to the fence’s support. All hail the hog wire!
No to War, No to Empire: An Anti-Imperialist Reading List
Here we are again in the never-ending War on Terror™, blowing up people in the Middle East. I cannot remember a time in which the United States was not bombing or subverting governments around the world. U.S. imperialism is the one constant in my lifetime (and throughout the history of the United States, that plus genocide. Oh yeah, and colonialism). It’s almost as if those in power have never fully grasped that we are all connected on this earth–the people, the land and water, flora and fauna–and that we must recognize and honor our shared humanity in order to survive.
In the meanwhile, we’re flying our flag of Palestine and focusing on some local issues that need our voices. And we continue to read. I’m being more intentional about sprinkling in lighter fare to keep myself afloat, but am also finding inspiration and greater understanding in some non-fiction such as the excellent UNBUILD WALLS by Silky Shah and THEY THOUGHT THEY WERE FREE: GERMANS, 1933-1945 by Milton Mayer. I recommend both and also want to share this anti-imperialist reading list from Haymarket Books. The following text appears at the top of that Haymarket Books page:
“The real enemy of my people is here. I will not disgrace my religion, my people or myself by becoming a tool to enslave those who are fighting for their own justice, freedom and equality.” —Muhammad Ali on refusing to fight in Vietnam
The myth of American innocence is perpetually reinvented in the face of an unprecedented history of violence, upheld by bipartisan consensus and a pliant corporate media.
Alongside its history of settler colonialism, cruel border policies, and overt and covert military intervention around the world, the US also has been home to a long tradition of resistance to war and militarism—often including the participation of active-duty soldiers and veterans. There are histories that urgently need to be remembered.
To better equip the movement against imperialism for the struggles to come, we offer a reading list on the tremendous violence carried out by the American Empire, and the heroic efforts of those who oppose it.
No to war, no to empire. Open the borders. Refugees welcome. Unconditional support to war resisters.
I hope you’ll peruse the list to see if something sparks your interest. Personally, I don’t think you can go wrong reading anything by Arundhati Roy or Harsha Walia. And Light in Gaza is one of those books you can pick up and open to any page where you’ll find something soul-expanding.
Solidarity! ✊🏽
Creative inspiration
I’m sure I’m not unique in feelings of overwhelm as we whack-a-mole our way through each day’s new atrocity and need for action. I confess to being tired and sad/scared while also trying to remain productive on behalf of my community, and knew I needed a break. So the other day I finally took time to paste down the letters I’d cut out weeks earlier.
I’m so glad I took both those creative breaks (hunting down the letters and then affixing them to the background) because the sessions brought back the joys of elementary school. Cutting! Pasting! Creation!
Making something pretty always lifts my spirits and this quote from Mariame Kaba strengthens my resolve to stay in the struggle. (P.S. Haymarket Books is offering 40% off some of MK’s books for Black History Month.)
If you’ve created something recently and would like to share, please do!
In which I repost an oldie but a goodie
I drove my brother’s pickup to the Rooney Valley Recycling Center to unload the juniper branches and sod I’d removed from my yard. I paid $10 at the gate and the woman told me I needed to separate the materials so she directed me to the very back of the area where there was a huge mound of sod. Right across from it was the enormous pile of branches. She thought it’d be most convenient for me to unload both back there.
I drove past one other truck on my way to the sod mound, weaving around materials piled so high you can’t see anyone or anything else. I parked the truck next to the mound and started grabbing sod and flinging it into the pile. It was a nice morning, not too warm, not too windy. Not bad at all, I thought as I flung a huge piece of sod.
Suddenly an annoying fly was buzzing around my head. Quite aggressively. I told the damned fly to shoo, but then there was another. And another.
Except they weren’t damned flies.
They were damned bees.
A swarm of them.
All around me but especially around my head.
In my hair.
I took off my ball cap and waved it around my head.
Frantically.
As I screamed.
The bees kept buzzing.
My whole head vibrated.
I tried to be calm,
to stand still so they’d leave me alone.
They were too pissed.
I felt a sting.
So I screamed some more
And ran a bit toward the entrance.
The woman from the other truck saw me and yelled, “Run, honey! Run!”
I ran past her and the man with her said for me to run to the shack at the gate. (Not clear on why I’d want to bring bees to the woman in the shack, but at least it was a plan!)
But before I got there, the woman screamed for me to take off my shirt
because bees were flying out of it.
The woman from the shack came out while the other woman helped me unbutton my shirt. She shook it out while the man yelled for me to stand still.
Then he hit me in the head with his hat, over and over.
Really hard.
I was so grateful.
He knocked all but two bees off my head.
I got the second-to-the-last one and the woman brushed off the last.
I was bee-free but full of adrenaline.
And there was my brother’s truck, keys in the ignition, way back there surrounded by an angry swarm of bees.
The man and woman drove me back there in their truck. We watched while bees swarmed near the truck and around the stump that probably held their nest.
The one I’d inadvertently hit with a huge piece of sod.
We strategized.
I walked slowly to the truck, got in the passenger side and slammed the door. The man slowly walked to the back of my truck, grabbed the broom and rake leaning there, and threw them in my truck before getting back in his own.
I unloaded the rest of my materials in stump-free areas and was remarkably calm the entire time, if I do say so myself.
On the drive home, though, a fly buzzed in the truck cab and I panicked.
And screamed.
I’ve got a ways to go before letting go of the bee panic.
But I’d be much worse off without Good Samaritans, Phyllis and Jeff, there to help me.
Next time I go to the drop-off, I think I’ll wear one of these:





































