I just spent over three hours on the phone with a Big Healthcare Company, attempting to untangle a ridiculous knot of rejected claims. I’d love to show you the paper I took notes on, but it contains too many reference numbers—and too many expletives. So instead, I’m sharing this random doodle of stepping stones leading to nowhere, which feels like an accurate representation of my experience after speaking with six representatives across four different sectors.
(more…)Month: February 2025
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center off center
I’ve always been fascinated by printmaking. It speaks to something deep inside me—a part that feels tears well up when moved by artwork, a part that is unsettled and then understood. I love watching an artist’s process, but I’ve also found incredible peace in making my own prints, even if no one ever sees them.
Recently, I realized that creating quiets the noise in my head—and my head is very, very noisy most of the time. But I haven’t worked on anything in almost a year. At some point, I packed everything up in an act of quiet self-punishment.
Last night, walking up 7th Avenue, my head throbbed, overwhelmed. I looked down and focused on the details of the sidewalk—gum, manholes, grime, stencils, millions of footprints, some visible, some long lost to weather and time. I stopped mid-stride, knelt as if to tie my shoe, and pressed my mittened hand against the cement.
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transformation
I originally began this site to encourage myself to sit and write. Over time I’ve realized that while I love formal writing, sometimes it hampers my ability to simply get words out.
Our current reality has sent me into complete overwhelm. Anger and sadness greets me every morning and I have spent the past few days knitting together feelings and preparing for productive action, or as much as one can do as an empathetic, compassionate person who believes human rights and social justice living in a state in North America.
Polished thoughts, yes. But shorter. Sometimes just images. A replacement for social media but still some form of connection. We’ll see what unfurls.
object of memory 