one death doula's take on medical aid in dying

finding courage for the next breath

Because keeping these words from spilling through my fingertips hasn't made anything better.

The beret is here with respect for the men and women who sacrificed for the ideal of democracy and free speech.

on rewiring my arm language

Keep making beauty and good trouble in this world in any way you are able.

Sometimes, to find my way I go and do and risk.

... the promise of fresh-from-the-dirt french breakfast radishes makes all the effort worthwhile.

keen ears, open eyes & empty hands

We laugh. We hold hands. I promise to come home again.

We learn so much about ourselves there.

A leap of hope. A wink of mischief. Yabba dabba doo!

... where all is sorted, gifted, forgiven, and well enough.

Should a person without a terminal diagnosis have access to assisted self determined death?

A note with a small encouragement...

Innocence and existence entwined in one last dance.

At a crossroad I look for the glow of curiosity and follow.

Friendship between women busy raising children is whole-cloth woven from interrupted conversations sewn together with threads of goodwill...

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How soup witches pass along their healing spells.