I am from crockpots. From warm and ready dinner for days. I am from the rentals: nine of them, each unique, each representing memories from that time and space. I’m from the land of the Gabrielino-Tongva. From hills, valleys and the waters of the Pacific Ocean. I am from sun and wind: bright, strong, energizing. I’m from retreating to… Continue reading The Places Where I’m From Poem
A few years ago, after a lot of coaxing, a couple of friends finally managed to drag me away from team sports long enough to get me into the world of running. It was very casual at first. I got on Strava (a running app) to begin tracking my runs, but under a hidden name… Continue reading Running and Recovery; A New Image of Self-Care
Article: ‘Fantasy’ AI Video, Shared by Trump, of Gaza as Luxury Resort Draws Scorn This story brought out a lot of anxiety in me. One news outlet called it “rage bait”, and that feels accurate. It’s taking a lot in me right now not to turn this blog post about belovedness into an op-ed. … Continue reading A Beloved Practice (in 3 movements)
Yep, I sure did redo this after hearing everyone else’s! THE PLACES WHERE I’M FROM I am from dust; from undesirable and yet, irritatingly persistent. I am from the yellow house with the brown brick and basketball hoop: from large family gatherings, movie nights, and all kinds of music coming from record players, reel-to-reels, and… Continue reading The Places Where I’m From
The Places Where I’m From Poem Please copy and paste this template to draft your poem in preparation for sharing during our opening session on March 7th. I am from ____the high desert_________________________. From _____sunshine_______and ________dry hills_________. I am from the __Willamette Valley__: __family__, ____mossy___ , _____fertile________ . I’m from the land of the ___Umpqua,… Continue reading The places where I am from
