Moonbox Notes #28: Post-Surgery

I remember when grandpa didn’t slouch, when he’d tell jokes, eat pickled pigs feet, speak his native tongue to the gardeners that care for his landscaping. He still laughs, of course, but it feels so rare. My husband once told that silly dog joke about a bulldog and a shih tzu. Grandpa laughed so hard it was as if, for a brief moment, the curse of being a stroke victim had broken. Humor will always be what seems to soothe what cannot be said. … More Moonbox Notes #28: Post-Surgery

Moonbox Notes #21: Enero

Maybe some of you have wondered why I always share so much about Indigenous People. I hope this piece answers that for you. It is because I have an affinity for All My Relations (the belief that we are all related); it is because I have a duty to learn about and uphold the pieces of me that have been ignored by society, education, and even the communities I grew up in … More Moonbox Notes #21: Enero

Moonbox Notes #12: Febrero 2023

…the memory became a limb of fate, an oracle of time possibly repeating itself. Patrick and I were at the start of a long road trip, on some highway in southern Idaho. We left the pullout on the side of the road and stopped at the first restaurant we came upon, a small diner. I think I ordered pancakes. I think we held hands across the table. It was also nearly Patrick’s 30th birthday. Happy birthday, no one lives forever anyway. … More Moonbox Notes #12: Febrero 2023