A note to any Irish poet considering my advances

(in response to John W. Sexton and for Dax, of course) Sir, If you were my lover, locked away from me inside that sally hazel, Not a damn thing could stop me. To get to you, (if you were my lover) I would fly, howling, over oceans — even that terrible Irish Sea that rocks

chatGPT probably won’t replace you. It might get you fired, though.

Lawyers. Amirite? There are multiple articles making the rounds about a lawyer in big trouble for using chat GPT to create a brief, thereby presenting completely fictional citations in court. People like innocent, so perfectly innocent if criminally negligent lazy-ass lawyer Steven Schwartz are shocked, SHOCKED to discover that ChatGPT pulls answers out of its

My new blog about knitting and PTSD

You read that right! anxioushands.com

5 Ways to Lovingly Support Someone With C-PTSD

Really good ideas and information here! Source: 5 Ways to Lovingly Support Someone With C-PTSD

Move Like You’re From Thra, My People

I forgot to post here that my essay “Move Like You’re From Thra, My People” about disability and The Dark Crystal has gone live at the kickstarter for Disabled People Destroy Science Fiction! Please enjoy.  

I am so motherfucking inspirational

Last night, I was in a Fringe play, and my character was a disabled woman who has figured out how to monetize pity and guilt by going on a motivational speaking tour circuit. (It’s fun! You should see it if you’re in town.) This morning, I was at a coffee shop with a very young

Second open letter to union-busting Seward Co-op: stop illegally harassing Amy Swenson.

This is my second open letter to Seward Co-op’s board, HR, and managers regarding unionization efforts at Seward, and your by-the-book union bashing. After my first letter, Sean sent me an email all about how cooperative they were being with the union. Look! He said. Look how great we are being! This letter was clearly

On Being SEEN

Today, walking downtown, I approached a man sitting on a windowsill, holding a cane. We locked eyes and exchanged the Crip Nod. We know what it’s like to have people look away from you on the street. “How are you TODAY?” he asked. “TODAY is good,” I said. “How’s it going TODAY?” “Good, good.” No one

My open letter on union busting by the Seward Co-op

Dear Board, Manager Sean Doyle, and HR Director Liz Wozniak, When I received your ridiculously slick corporate letter about the unionization efforts of the workers at Seward Co-op, stating that Seward would be forcing them to hold an election, I immediately knew you were engaged in an illegal intimidation campaign.   I knew this because

This is what white privilege looks like

Here is what white privilege looks like, even if you don’t have a lot of money and have other stuff stacked against you: I saw a couple cops at Chipotle a few days ago. I was very very very tired from moving and painting and moving again and moving again, and so my usual wary