Silence means security
Silence means approval

@prestonshipp.bsky.social The conversation you hosted today was brilliant, maddening, encouraging, and all of the things in between. I’m grateful for your witness. Can’t wait for next week.

I saw Eraserhead at at the student union at UT Austin in ‘86. Midnight showing. A guy in the mostly empty theater was drunk and vomited on the floor. I could smell vomit for the duration of the movie. It actually felt appropriate, and maybe even the ideal way to engage with that movie.

I have this naive conviction that good words can save us.

You’ve heard about elf on a shelf. Now get ready for…

An observation: Your parents’ funerals are a celebration. It’s about honoring them at their best.
Clearing out their possessions is like a life review. It’s more complicated. Nuance and shadow. Truer. Harder.