I woke up this morning, deflated and enraged. It’s been a very hard few weeks–Orlando, the murder of Jo Cox, the xenophobia encapsulated in many pro-Brexit philosophies, and other violent and structural injustices swirl around impacting people that I deeply care about. The wounds in communities that I care about, belong to, are gaping. Hearts… Read More

How I wish I could filet a fish the way my friends Andy and Millie can-artful and beautiful. Grazing flesh and bone with care and tenderness How I wish I could mark and saw and sand the bones of a wooden boat the way my Dad does–graceful and self-taught, survivance in his hands. How I… Read More

There used to be a bison herd that grazed just outside of Stonehaven, not a long ways from Aberdeen, Scotland. I saw them on my very very first train trip to Edinburgh in the spring of 2011, halfway through my first year of my PhD. It’s one of those things that you just don’t believe… Read More