It has been 594 days, and we still miss you, Indy. One year and seven months ago, our beloved family member, Indy, passed away suddenly from a ruptured spleen. I am in my forties. I have been through grief before. I still move through waves from losses that wreck me
I meant to write this on Human Rights Defenders Day (9 December), but I am just coming out of a week-long fever and catching up with life. And still, I think it makes sense that I am writing this now, a few days later, because so much of the work
The other day, as we were walking home, I pointed out the clouds to my daughter. Strato-cumulus, I said, and over there, Cumulonimbus - such a great name to say out loud. She laughed and told me I should become a meteorologist because I was so excited to name the
belonging
What does it mean to belong? Even pigeons show us: gathering around their fallen kin in an act of return. As bell hooks wrote, “Only through discussion and disagreement could we begin to find a realistic standpoint.” Belonging is forged in struggle, refusal, and love.
It has taken me two full days to recover from being in a space with at least 200 people for a few days. Some of whom I knew, many of whom I did not. My day-to-day life is intentionally quiet. As a single parent, my energies go into my work,
Late last month, the young common swifts left the skies over Geneva for their annual migration to Western and Central Africa. They will return again next June, darting through the air in sharp arcs, scooping insects as they go. (Swifts are the O.G. aerial insectivores—able to feed on
I’m writing today with an important update about where I’ll be sharing my words, reflections, and offerings moving forward. After much thought, I’ve decided to move my writing to a new home: Ghost. Why the change? This is about alignment—between the work I do, the values
