The Scene Where I Choose Myself Porque aprendí a amarme con la misma profundidad con la que te amé

"Someone can love you and still not be safe for you."

Handing over the keys to the life that never was El día que otra familia se enamoró de mi casa

Handing over the keys to the life that never was, or the day that another family fell in love with my home. substack.com/@fabispunk/n...

“Fucking Bitch”: The Last Words Before Murder In memory of Renée Nicole Good, poet, mother, protector

In memory of Renée Nicole Good, poet, mother, protector

Donald Trump just called Lauren Boebert to ask her to remove her name from the petition to release the Epstein files.

She does not plan to do so.

When Our Heroes Fall, Will We Still Look Away? Newly released Epstein emails show what many feared—and what some still refuse to see.

When Our Heroes Fall, Will We Still Look Away?

If it resonates, share it. The conversation about power, morality, and justice needs all of us.

#weavingmyownnet #truthandpower #accountability #fabispunk

The Spirit of Creation (and Why Entrepreneurship Feels Like Magic) Versión en español abajo al final del artículo.

Creation is a kind of download.
One moment we are lost, tired, asking for clarity.
Then an idea arrives whole, breathing through our hands.
Read my latest reflection on the quiet magic between chaos and clarity. 💜

#creativity #storytelling #intuition #weavingmyownnet #purpleravenmarketing

Día de Muertos, Calaveritas, and How to Build an Ofrenda Below I share a little history, guidance for crafting your altar, write a "Calaverita literaria" and a way to honor your ancestors — and our cherished pets — each day.

Among my favorite traditions of Día de Muertos (Day of the Death) are the calaveritas literarias, short, rhyming poems that personify La Muerte herself. These poems are mischievous, affectionate, and sometimes a little defiant, reminding us that even Death can’t resist a good story.

Día de Muertos, Calaveritas, and How to Build an Ofrenda Below I share a little history, guidance for crafting your altar, write a "Calaverita literaria" and a way to honor your ancestors — and our cherished pets — each day.

Among my favorite traditions of Día de Muertos (Day of the Death) are the calaveritas literarias, short, rhyming poems that personify La Muerte herself. These poems are mischievous, affectionate, and sometimes a little defiant, reminding us that even Death can’t resist a good story.

How I’m Learning to Create from the Inside Out After years of writing for everyone else, I forgot how to listen to my own voice. Turns out, she was waiting for me to soften.

During this year, which I’m calling my Solivagant Year, I felt most alive in the wild: hiking mountains in Mexico, wandering through Montana, bees and butterflies buzzing against my skin like tiny oracles.

AOC: “Oh, I don’t think we’re witnessing the START of an oligarchy. I think we are fully here.” 🇺🇸

I don’t understand people who after making something beautiful refuse to acknowledge the imperfections that made it magnificent, come alive.

Imagine your drunk thoughts being, “we need a federal reserve.”

One of my favorite parts of Ministry for the Future was the abolition of the billionaires. Just to be that rich makes you an enemy of democracy. Wrote early this year:

Now, all I can feel is immense gratitude for walking away when there was still something worth lighting up.

But after just a week, everything started to fall into place. The initial jitters and second-guessing are giving way to a profound sense of transformation and self-recovery. It feels like rescuing a flickering flame and watching it grow into a fire that will burn brighter and stronger.

Quitting the job I loved for so long, but that was ultimately harming me, was one of the scariest decisions I’ve made in a long time. It felt like ending a toxic relationship.

Aparece cuando tomas el salto. Y aunque estoy lista para tejerme una de ser necesario, me queda claro que quizá con el salto me esté descubriendo alas.

Hoy se cumple una semana de mi último día en lo que fue el trabajo de mis sueños y madre universo ya me hizo guiños para confirmar que vamos en buen camino. Después de meses, esta semana tuve mi primera entrevista y podría ser justo lo que estoy buscando. Es un cliché enorme decir que la red

Sarah McBride: "It is an attempt to distract ... Every single time we hear them say the word 'trans,' look what they're doing with their right hand. Look at what they're doing to pick the pocket of American workers, to fleece seniors by privatizing Social Security and Medicare."

Sarah McBride: "I worried that the heart of this country wasn't big enough to support someone like me. And over the last decade, I have been able to bear witness to change that once seemed so impossible to me as a kid that it was almost incomprehensible ... I carry that with me."

Preaching to The Choir, by Rebecca Solnit

Per @aoc.bsky.social and co., I'm here to celebrate echo chambers and preaching to the choir. Which sings back, beautifully. "The primary assumption behind the idea that we shouldn’t preach to the choir is that one’s proper audience is one’s enemies, not one’s allies." harpers.org/archive/2017...

I'm totally OK with being called woke. It just means that I'm showing off my green flags. Happy to follow others with green flags.

#woke

I was just reading a text from my friend and suddenly I head their voice. It was like they were here. I’ve never experienced it before and I wasn’t dreaming or meditating. How cool is that? It’s how I imagine it like is to see something with one’s mind eye.

A handful of billionaires now have unprecedented control over banking, the food we eat, the health care we can access and, now, the information we receive.

This is what oligarchy looks like.

Superfull moon in Taurus. Enjoy!

We need to get back to reading and critical thinking Because 2024 feels different from 2016.

Feels like I'm just posting to the void since I'm just getting started here, but why not. I write a weekly newsletter, and this week I write about how far away from reading and critical thinking we’ve come. It's lacking in our education, COVID learning loss, social media attention spans, all of it.

Oklahoma is ranked 49 out of 50 in education. But hey, nice Bibles.

GET ALL OF YOUR VACCINES NOW PEOPLE.

Tonight’s castor moon 😍