My job was gone and the happiness I always imagined would follow that reality was a lie. The social life I so desperately depended on grew more distant than six feet.

My heart goes out to all the plant matter that has lived a happy life in the warm soil and died freezing and wilted in my veggie drawer.

The sharpest double-edged sword that this year has bestowed upon many of us is the ability to look outside of ourselves. To finally pay attention to what’s been happening and continues to happen.

The crashing in my ears sounds like storytelling, and I wonder if the sun reads.

American seeds sowed with trauma, reaping the harvest of greed through the pain of mamas.