Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
Ooh, Maleficent me. I am hatching (aided by a psychic version of the Leather Pants of Evil) all kinds of interesting stuff at work.
In other news, Keith was here briefly, although unbriefly enough to eat dinner and watch some Al-Jaz with me.
I am trying to be helpful in other people’s lives and it feels weird.
She spoke to neither Jeff nor myself, but I was on the phone with my mOm so I handed the phone over and once she was done talking she loaded up and left. I got my key back and gave her back her household key.
I am not going to go into details about the unpleasantness while she was here – some of which she’s unaware of, poor girl – but I will say that I told Jeff that I value my peaceful household with him. I wish I could trust my own daughter. I wish her happiness and good fortune; all of mine is unearned, perhaps hers will be too.