I’m asking more beautiful questions again and trying on more beautiful answers, too. — Soundtrack: Hypnotic Brass Ensemble, BOOK OF SOUND. It is the end of 2022. I am soul exhausted in a women’s prison. The group is small on the final day — transfers, medical appointments, someone is sick. …

Losing her brother unexpectedly as a teen, writer and performer Caroline Rothstein leaned on Jewish ritual to survive. The poetry of her faith now finds its way into every area of her life — inspired by death. Dear friends, Allow me to open a short and sweet entryway into this new conversation that I am so proud to share with you: My friend, Caroline Rothstein, a do-it-all creative spirit (poet, performer, journalist, activist, producer!) on Episode 4 of the FLOWERS FOR LINDA audiozine.

Snaps from VARDA by Agnes Varda, projected on the living room wall, washed in morning light. —

Finally! The 3rd episode of the FLOWERS FOR LINDA audiozine is here and it’s deep and real and beautiful. —

Cataloging just a few of the many forms of kindness that have found me in the past few weeks — in gratitude. — A friend asks me for the truth and I take a breath and I say okay and it feels a little scary to be honest but then she says thank you, she says, yes girl thank you, you know me for real, thank you and it makes me want to…

Hilarious wisdom, the power of the right story at the right time from the right person and surrendering to vulnerability. — Do you ever just feel like you’re being made to sit in your own shit and look hard at all the ways you’ve failed others and yourself? That part, as some of my friends say. 2022. Yesterday, feeling tender and opened by a difficult series of conversations, I ran into…

This past week’s bike accident, recognizing many ways to heal and opening myself back up to grief. — “Take a day to heal from the lies you’ve told yourself and the ones that have been told to you.” — Maya Angelou I’m taking three. This is thanks to the bicycle accident I got myself into on Tuesday riding home from work. …

A little retrospective of the past week: riding in the rain, remixing perspectives, and a reminder to tell the peeps you love you that you love them. Right now! Do it! — Angel numbers keep catching my eye. How thoughtful that my ancestors show up to affirm in this way. For example, on Monday I fell asleep to ringing bowls reverberating in my heart, in my pelvis, and woke at 5:55 on the dot to the diffuse orange and pink sun announcing…

On shifting roles in sisterhood, embracing silence and remembering (again) that growth is never-ever-ending… — “Did I just scream it’s getting a little too patriarchal in my head as Miranda July walked by?!” That was my sister in Washington Square park in what felt like the episode of Broad City where the protagonists trip on shrooms in New York —two women, hilarious to only themselves…