This essay comes two days after the 2024 US presidential election, and about six weeks after Hurricane Helene. It's tempting to give up. Yesterday morning I woke up and felt like doing just that. I felt a "fuck it" wash over me, a hair-raising fear, and a deep loneliness. As though I …
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Celebrating Imbolc
Once upon a time, winter was something to survive. It was no joke. I don't mean like, lacking vitamin D, wishing you could wear shorts, and grumbling about commuting home in the dark. More like a quarter of your community freezing or starving to death, succumbing to illness, being lost in a …