A couple years ago a friend of mine did an internet search on the man she was dating. A horrifically traumatizing event that had happened to his family was detailed in a news article. He had yet to share this information with her. As they continued dating she had no idea how to bring it up. As a couple of months went by she wondered how she would > MORE
Here’s where I share my thoughts on all things grief, Earth, community, collapse, justice, and love — so basically all things.
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
Playing With Myself Touching, breathing Howling, reeling In pleasure and pain Undressing myself Caressing myself Losing track of time Trusting my body Rolling on the bed Tilting back my head Playing with myself Welcome back Holly
The Small Things my dog’s breath the fire’s crackle pen on paper bees rocks tears all the big Things
“Is this normal?” I get asked this question frequently these days. Often this question is posed by young-adults, people ten or so years younger than me, sometimes people my age. Young people who are looking at the speed we are expected to operate in, and the violence, destruction, and loss we are experiencing on the planet. Emerging adults who realize they can’t quite keep up. Millennials who are > MORE