Letter to an unborn girl

In six short weeks you will touch the Earth. There’s so much I want to tell you about this place before you get here. Like how it’s breathtakingly beautiful, and at the same time, filled with ugly systems. Some of these you will have to navigate… others you’ll be privileged enough to evade. I will do my best to champion you, to protect you, to make this a better world for you to grow up in. But it’s important for you to understand that you’re connected to every living thing, and all that has since turned to dust.

The possibilities of your existence are infinite. Never let anyone dictate your worth or make you feel like you are too much.

No matter what, trust that I will be with you. I know you’ll be a sparkle in the dark, a safe haven, a champion for all things good, just, and fair. I’ve no doubt that I’m about to raise an extraordinary girl with a voice that rings strong and wisely through the world. Here’s to you, my baby.

Just me and my dog and an impossible view

As a nature-bonded introvert, I have to say that I find walking my dog to be oddly therapeutic. If you can get past the constant sight and smell of dog poop, that is. With another baby on the way, I’ve come to grips with the fact that I’ll never have as much alone time as I probably need to properly maintain my own mental congruence. But I can get lost in contemplation on a good walk with my pup. He doesn’t expect too much from me, and it’s often one of the few times in the day where I can hear myself think.

A year ago, I wasn’t sure about ‘dog mom life‘ and how it would fit into my ‘regular mom life’. But as it turns out, it might have been just what I needed.

Which genocide enthusiast to pick? The lost soul of American poli.

Trump or Harris. Bankrolled genocide. Those are the options. Forget changemakers like Cornel West or Claudia and Karina. No room for lightbringers here. They can’t win. And even if they had a chance, perhaps those ‘radical ideas’ about stopping mass death and advancing equality wouldn’t translate in real time, anyway. We like to be the big dogs, after all.

I’m honestly bored of the lack of authenticity and humanity in bipartisan politics. In anything where you have to follow the money. It’s clear that the whole system needs to topple and undergo a redesign. But that takes courage and work. Thus, the unfulfilling marriage persists. The voting American public must choose between a fascist in plain sight, or a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

I’m glad it’s not a decision I have to make. I hate this shit. RNCs and DNCs and rooms filled with genocidal maniacs flashing their shiny, painted on smiles whilst embodying a complete absence of empathy towards human suffering. Suffering that they all sign off on. It makes my skin crawl.

My daughter is due in early November, so at the very least I’ll drown out the shitshow with the pure exhaustion of newborn bliss. And one day, I’ll teach her to question EVERYTHING.