Monthly Archives: March 2021

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It ain’t no job in Washington…

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but that’s probably why it shouldn’t be considered all that shameful anymore.

Marlena and I were talking about sex workers, fetishes, and the wide world of making your living selling photos of your feet online. After everything that happened in Atlanta last week it seemed a good time to talk about it.

think of the children
safe in their beds
visions of blood baths
stuck in their heads.
of all the “normals”
from which to choose
you’d think mass murder
is one we’d refuse.
— mmorehead 2021

Join us on SavvySpoons for my first two person podcast discussion.

Welcome to Season 2 – The Spice of Life – SavvySpoons – Living a life of limited spell slots.

Misty welcomes you back to her podcast. Which she totally stopped recording because of a seasonal break or some other intentional reason instead of basic overwhelmed spoonie forgetfulness. Totally. 
  1. Welcome to Season 2 – The Spice of Life
  2. Simply Do.
  3. Ignore your pain, then write about it.
  4. I'm back?
  5. Your Body, Your Funeral
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We need some empathy…

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Another week, another white man kills a random group of people.

My father in law is known for saying “it’s not the bullet with your name on it that you have to worry about, it’s the one marked “To who it may concern.”

We are losing our people to white terrorists.

Join me in a winding podcast filled with poems and thoughts about privilege, being an ally, and empathy.

The privilege of being earnest… – SavvySpoons – Living a life of limited spell slots.

A haiku on Twitter, a mass shooting in Boulder, and the freedom of pain killers results in an open discussion on dismantling privilege and the desperate need we have as a nation for empathy in our citizens. 

Just me

Getting by with a little help…

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from our friends.

We were so reassured going in to this surgery that I finally had a problem that could be fixed so imagine our dismay when the surgeon came out and told us that there was nothing for them to fix. We had operated for no reason.

I woke up in recovery with all the same problems I came in with, and no solutions.

We have been kicked in the teeth, just devastated. The only thing that has been getting us through it is our friends. Loving messages, flowers, a necklace made of vodka shots and ribbon (for after the anesthesia wears off), and so much support we can’t help but feel we aren’t alone in this.

So thank you. All of you.

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