coping tools for the next 4 years


I feel like half of my life is cooking while listening to podcasts. I took that, ‘the nutrition children receive in the first 3 years is vital to future eating patterns’ thing *really* seriously (aside from Christmas cookies). But also, it’s methodical… I’m making something, my hands and brain are occupied (note to self: make 2017 the year I finally learn how to knit), and it generally leaves no crack for the din to seep in.

*A note on coping tools: For me this little series is a way to catalog what helps and what works, because when anxiety inevitably blooms after reading the news, it can be extremely easy to forget and to actively despair. (This happened the other night when I found myself researching how to build a fallout shelter until 2 a.m. On the plus side I learned a bit about trenching.)

Some of these coping tools available to me are obviously rooted in class privilege, as in, I have child care part-time, which means 1) I can afford child care and 2) having it sometimes allows me to create pockets of time in which to partake in the activities that help keep me sound. I recognize that many, many people do not have these sorts of options and resources.

For friends I see struggling now, especially those in targeted communities and the survivors (who are constantly triggered by the president elect) please stay sound, or as sound as you can. Identify who and what helps you, supports you, encounters you mutually and reciprocally, and keep them all so close. 

the greatest weekend / the best child. all goodness, all joy, all connected.

on the other hand, this is the weekend i put it together that Michael McDonald was in the Doobie Brothers. it explains so much…

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my favorite bouquet ever, from the greatest bouquet picker.

Bees bees bees


It’s bee season over here. I wrote an article for the website over here:

Why Hobby Beekeeping Matters

I’m drafting a new, proper update for this blog as well, which I hope to complete soon… thoughts on Betty Draper and what I means to “love her” as a character, other Mad Men thoughts, and this child growing inside me (!).

First, position

All that I wanted when I was small (and all I did for a while) was to dance. Through an early and quick series of painful events, dance was nearly ruined for me entirely, but I have never not-known that it was at my core. My fixation on dance and ballet has always remained. I see ballet as a large metaphor for what we ask women (and men, but less so) to do and be in our culture, which is why I find this video fairly thrilling. It’s like The Red Shoes, but taken to the next level.