Spotted during that strange time in August when Halloween and Christmas collide, and both holidays still seem out of place a few aisles down from patio furniture.
the scent of smoke lingersseeping everywherecurling through my fingersthe scent of smoke lingersclinging to my hairan invisible figurethe scent of smoke lingersseeping everywhere
Much like Columbus Day, more and more Americans are experiencing a more fraught and complicated relationship with Thanksgiving. Particularly in 2020, the knowledge that this American tradition is based on more myth than historical fact, and obscures the fraught and violent relationship that early colonists had with Native Americans is tough to reconcile. I don’t want to dissect that relationship too much here, mainly because there are so many articles, like this one here, that already have better than I can. I’m posting a call to action instead. If this year has taught me anything about social justice, it’s that education of a social justice issue must be matched with action. It’s not enough to know how Native Americans have been wronged, actions to assist them are needed too. So I’m taking a cue from actress Hilary Burton, and donating masks to Native American reservations that need them. These communities have been hit especially hard by COVID-19, and donated masks will help greatly. Below are addresses where donated masks can be sent, originally posted on …
A large starfish I spotted on the beach at Icy Straight Point in Alaska last year It’s also a pretty accurate description of what I’ll be up to for the rest of the month, since I’m off from work until next Tuesday.
crooked trees planted from red stained seeds