Reflections

Here’s where I share my thoughts on all things grief, collapse, community, liberation, and love — so basically all things. 

Category: Grief

May 31, 2020

When my brother, Brett, died I was ten years old. Old enough to understand something horrible had happened. Old enough to have my world turned upside down. Old enough to miss him for the rest of my life. Yet, young enough to be shielded from the practicalities of death such as arranging a funeral, contacting family and friends, and managing his estate. After my sister, Ivy, died this > MORE

We’re in troubled times (to say it simply). A pandemic has swept the globe, isolation is necessary to survive + support the most vulnerable, plus our economy is gasping for air. It’s very scary and sad. Within this pandemic, we’re all feeling personal loss. Loss of a job, a person, a way of life, the inability to gather with our friends and family for a funeral or graduation, > MORE

***This article contains difficult material, including references to sexual violence, Whiteness, and mass extinction. Please read slowly, take breaks if needed, and practice soothing techniques, such as grounding your feet to the floor.*** I rarely wave my collapse aware, near-term extinction flag because, well, it scares people and ultimately makes them run away, far away. In other words, I lose credibility and increase the feeling of isolation that > MORE

I’m sitting across from an environmental photographer. He’s been doing cause related photography for over 20 years. His photographs have been in National Geographic and the New York Times. He’s dedicated his professional life to social and environmental change. And, he says solemnly, “There’s no doubt now, the environmental movement has failed.” He talks about sharing beautiful and tragic photographs that tell environmental and social stories. Putting together > MORE

March 24, 2017

“I wish you were dead!” I yelled at my brother, Brett, as I slammed down the phone. It was a few days later my brother died. The things ten years old say. The things we wish we hadn’t said. Brett was supposed to come trick-or-treating with my friends and me. He had promised, and I relished my time with him. He had an air that drew people in. > MORE