On January 6, 2021, I was 1,328 days sober. As domestic terrorists attempted a coup on the United States government, my heart broke for anyone on Day 6 of sobriety.
“The singular duty you owe yourself is to be alive. Don’t jeopardize that for unsolvable peril.”
Despite hopes that writing is enough to cope with reality, to admit we should do something other than writing was liberating.
“The fracturing of our political reality is a wound a long time in the making.”
“Taking care of our bodies is a privilege when it should be a right.”
“The worst days I’ve ever known could be my future under the American Health Care Act.”
Episode 2 of Underground explores the challenges of allyship and the luxury of grief
I witnessed how easily art might braid to politics, how easily fellowship might inspire movement.