Workshop Notes 11/29/23
Morning, afternoon, evening to you wherever you are in the world. I am thankful you are here. This is my
Riding the Rupture of this Season
This is an essay that first appeared during this settler colonial holiday season last year. Personally, I am baking my
A Visit with a Past Version of Myself
I went back to some of my writing about weaving from 2017 and 2018, the first two years of this
Can I Still Do Hard Things?
“Can I still do hard things?” This question haunts me in my 30s as I struggle to work full time,
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Are you locked in a cage of your own choosing?
“And that as the Internet grows, and as our ability to be linked up, like—I mean, you and I
"My mama dead, my grandmama dead"
You know, I am honest with myself. Sometimes it takes a while to get there, but I do end up
Have you seen a shuttered store lately?
I sat next to the bath tub and watched juniper flopping around with absolute bliss in the water. Her hazel
Am I just like the guy screaming into traffic?
Ok, what’s the score? Well, I have cleaned poop out of my toddler’s underwear with the bidet attachment
I rode my bike until I didn't feel angry
I wasn’t even gonna write this week. I swear to you that after one year and one month of