Do any of the old stories I wrote of myself fit any more? I have shed identities like hair, thick handfuls, enough to clog drains and vacuum cleaner filters.

I have lost loves I believed at the time were the most important of my life. I lost jobs, I lost my house, I lost my identity as a military wife (this was good for me), I lost custody of my children (though I have survived I will never call this вЂњgoodвЂќ). It is only fitting that this happened to my web site. The process of having everything stripped away, through trauma, and having to build again. I have written in essays buried deep within my cloud-carried archives of the concept of shamanic dismemberment. What is it like to have everything absolutely destroyed, and start over? I am calling on my alma mater to change its name from Washington and Lee University. It is mid-winter, and I have words for the solstice. I urge you to light the figurative fires, to expose yourself to these truths. On the fifth of February 2021, after many experiences being abused by Federal agents at ICE, I listened to a press conference Indigenous Land Protectors held. I support all acts of outrage against the systems of oppression. For now, I am beginning my web site by giving voice to my own anger at institutionalized racism my silence will not go on and I call you to rise up into the streets.

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