Inner Life

Lay of the Land
a multicolored look through a kaleidoscope. A wheel with pink, green, and blue streaks.

Adaptive Joy

Grief lives in the body; crip grief lives in the crip body. And I am working out my crip grief by moving in a crip way on this land, on this trike. Continue reading

Lay of the Land
Bellingham ocean at dusk, blue everywhere, with islands of the Puget Sound in the background.

A Drinkable Beauty

MY HOMETOWN of Bellingham, Washington, is a last corner of the continental United States, a final chew of land before the long drink of the Pacific. We’re bound to the west by Continue reading