I have been silent for far too long because I was afraid to alienate readers of my website. I now know that this silence, this ability to choose whether or not to publicly stand for justice, is part of my white privilege.
That silence ends now.
Black lives matter.
If that statement upsets you, you have two options:
Go away. I don’t waste my time arguing this point anymore.
The now of June 2020-Hello, friends! Before I dig into the news of the past few months, I will start with some housekeeping. Going forward, I will post my content to cygnoir.net and syndicate it elsewhere. Some follow-up notes: Facebook and Instagram prevent people from easily syndicating their own content. You won’t see cygnoir.net posts there anymore.You will stillContinue reading "The now of June 2020"
The now of April 2020-I missed a couple of months of “what I’m doing now” posts. I bet you can guess why. By the end of February, the reality of the COVID-19 pandemic in my small corner of the world was limited to news articles and speculation. By the end of March, I had already been working from homeContinue reading "The now of April 2020"
The now of January 2020-January, a fresh start, an injection of newness, 31 days or more (as it felt) still straddling multiple notebooks and planners and apps. A blur, with some emotional spikes both up and down but residual good feeling. Some newness to share: A new volunteer opportunity at the Good Neighbor Center. A new album, courtesy ofContinue reading "The now of January 2020"
The now of December 2019-The big news this month is KITTENS. Meet Criminy and Crivens, whom FunkyPlaid and I adopted in mid-November from Cat Adoption Team. These stray tabby brothers were expertly fostered, so it took them no time at all to adjust to their new home with us. At their fourth-month veterinary check-in this month, they had nearlyContinue reading "The now of December 2019"
The now of November 2019-The way a body moves through the space of grief is confounding. At times the body is a sieve and grief is a million grains of sand. Other times the body is just a body and grief is air its lungs greet and release, greet and release. My cat has been dead for almost sevenContinue reading "The now of November 2019"