essays
As someone with a handful of intersections often talked about in diversity trainings, I sometimes feel a bit like I'm undercover when I attend a training related to an axis of my identity that isn't visible or otherwise obvious about myself.
postcards
Nov 3 '09 Love, you think this card would been appropriate for me to send you about a month ago? I haven't seen Ethel's photos yet, had a jolly time at a social last Fri. night. Had my fortune told. News are as scarce as
cat
"Space food sucks, give chicken." - Norman, probably. The James Webb Telescope images are so glorious compared to the Hubble ones we got when I was a kid. Science is amazing.
postcards
Antique and junk stores give us glimpses into this small world through the things we find there. Lately I've found a not-insignificant number of postcards in them, often postmarked, sent with messages that humanize our precursors.
poetry
There are still roses I planted them in joy And fed them my hope For beauty, peace, and love There are still roses Even though I gave them Way too much coffee And not enough water There are still roses Despite the weeds that grew In the weeks that I
essays
Let’s talk about workplace culture. We love to talk about building it and how we need it to be good. Sometimes we brag that our companies have a good one, but do we really know what we are doing with it?
prose
Author's note: I wrote this after I woke up from a stroke a couple years ago. This isn't super filtered or polished, but hopefully it gives you an idea of the experience. I have been told that the first thing I should say when I tell