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Just the kind of spring I've wanted

Just the kind of spring I've wanted

It's been especially cold and wet slow spring. But that hasn't dampened my enjoyment of it. Turns out this slow spring is exactly what I was dreaming for.

Daffodils, peepers, seed starting & snow - It’s spring on the South Shore.

Daffodils, peepers, seed starting & snow - It’s spring on the South Shore.

I've got a new video up on YouTube about early spring. Also in this post I reflect on how Spring feels full of nature’s own demands, quite apart from the cultural busyness of school-year endings. With homeschooling and graduate school behind me, I’m leaning more into the natural rhythms of spring, pacing myself through its much-ness without the weight of scholastic rituals.

Thoughts on social capital and location independence in a time of climate change (and other crises), in the context of an intergenerational familial “homestead”

Thoughts on social capital and location independence in a time of climate change (and other crises), in the context of an intergenerational familial “homestead”

Our social networks matter. And passing along social networks to our children is a way that parent’s help their children establish themselves in life.

The beating of my wild heart (aka: my feminism)

The beating of my wild heart (aka: my feminism)

My feminism is a desire to listen and live according to my wild human heart, mind, and body. What this actually looks like is ill-defined; it’s certainly not a program, plan, or anything I would prescribe for someone else. There is no pledge of allegiance in this “ism,” no flag or banner under which I march.