With everything that has been going on in my life (nannying incredibly emotionally proud children, pride week looming in the background, Orlando events still pulling on my heart strings, the atrocities of Oaxaca, and with family intolerance and frustrations at full blast), I find myself overwhelmed with thoughts and unformed feelings. And when I am in such a state, I do what I do best and write for clarity, strength, and understanding. Welcome two new installations to the story of my body and likely more pieces to come as I further process my experiences.
Art courtesy of my lovely niece who is fascinated by my tattoo
life as an agoraphobe 