In 2018, Dedication over Discipline

If you live in the Seattle area, I’ll be performing a pastiche piece of works that I’ve written this year at Amplifier Art Lab on Thursday, January 4th at 6pm, alongside my friend and fabulous artist Jess X Snow. Tell us you’re going on Facebook and I hope to see you there! [Image description: cross-hatched […]

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Protecting My Time

A weekend ago, I pulled out my folding table and declared it a “weekend of silence.” I wanted to focus on my writing and have some introvert time, which is hard to come by in my life. Particularly as someone who is often caregiving for others to the max — I mean, do you know […]

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‘We Are Irreplaceable’ Collaboration & Writing Elsewhere

It’s been dead silent around here for the past couple of months; I’ve been working on a couple projects that have taken me further away from my messy blog. I’ve also gone through two bouts of illness this winter (remarkable for someone who doesn’t get sick often!), seen two babies born in my doula work, […]

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A Couple Failures

A terrifying red mushroom that appeared in my yard and collapsed partially under its own weight. Allow for me to give a detailed account of the things I didn’t do this past month: I didn’t make it to 50,000 words this NaNoWriMo;I didn’t meet my personal fundraising goal for Project As[I]Am to put out another […]

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Flooded

Project As[I]Am has re-opened its call for submissions! Submit your work by July 5th for a chance to be included in our issue, themed “Our Greatest Resource,” on emotional labor and solidarity through love. This week, I wanted to write about something completely mundane. I moved into my new apartment this week, putting everyone who […]

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Hesitation, Authority, and Building the World As You See It

Graffiti of a wooden rowboat in black on a wall. This week I learned about Bengali magicians working to preserve their mentor’s home. I’ve been reading folktales about jealous queens and urban studies papers about the development of Dhaka high rises. Photographs, art pieces, old magazine ads — I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole of […]

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Got Ourselves a Bleeder

  Street art on a closed sliding door; a painting of a monocle-wearing man’s face whose beard is made of letters. And now, a personal anecdote from my travel in Spain. In Madrid, the streets are narrow and sidewalks accommodate one person, maybe two, at a time. It’s hot and you’re ill and wandering around. […]

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