These little ducks are why I get up in the morning.

Also, so much beauty.

This is just going to be my response every time some stupid nazi complains about any of the consequences they asked for.

Dude, I wish.

Witch hazel is blooming, just in time for the snow. The horrors persist, but so do we.

I know I'm not frightebed enough. If I let myself be frightened enough, I would be unable to function and I can't do that. So I'm allowing enough fear to motivate, and hoping that's enough for now.

Also, in other news, my big kid drew a a pink and purple penis on our front step. He claims it's a train track but... it's a penis that greets you when you come to my door.

The biggest blessing of all the mayhem and grief of 2020 was that, when the world got quieter and smaller, we found our people. We are blessed to have a community that we love and trust and I'll do whatever I need to do to protect them.

We're dealing with some big, tough stuff right now on the family level, on top of the epic shitshow of big, tough stuff in the global scale. Good vibes, prayers, whatever flavor of good energy you subscribe to, it's all needed right now.

Just finished audiobook #1 of '25. Keeper Of The Rend by Lisa Maxwell. #booksky. Just started Gideon The Ninth last night.

Just a picture my kid took of some tiny mushrooms in the forest. If I can keep him noticing the small, beautiful things for as long as possible, I'm doing at least one thing right. ❤️🍄❤️

Good morning!