I am a full-time artist, writer, educator and death doula.
My work lies at the crossroads of grief, radical togetherness, creative expression, death, learning, and magic.
I’m white, or more accurately, someone who believes themselves to be white as James Baldwin said. My wayback people are mostly Swedish, Irish, Scottish and Welsh.
I’m cis-gendered (she/her), able-bodied, no uterus, have had many queer relationships but am currently living with a man and his two daughters, whom I co-parent half-time in spite (or because) of my intentions to never have children.
My gender is witch.
I have C-PTSD (Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) as well as clinical anxiety that I manage fairly well most of the time, but sometimes not so much. A lot depends on how much sleep I get and how well I’m positioned to execute on the basics.
And I’ve been an artist my whole entire life. It is not a choice.
My background is in critical pedagogy + constructivist theory where I specialized in differentiated instruction and educating for democracy with concentrations in Art and English.
I have spent over 20 years in the classroom as a certified, licensed public school art teacher, as well as in after-school and out-of-school community-based arts programs that serve primarily at-risk youth, folks with disabilities and low-income communities.
In a subsequent professional iteration I spent some years in the social enterprise non-profit startup world where I worked to implement systems to support communities where our current systems have failed. This included things like innovative repurposing of industrial surplus, outreach, development + fundraising, and starting alternative + complementary currency supported approaches to health care.
I’ve made so many mistakes, have been called out and called in to my own benefit, have had to course-correct, abandon previous models and belief systems, and am perpetually in a state of motion around how I want to walk through the world as a white western woman of privilege.
So, just a heads up this (and all my online platforms) is an anarcha-feminist bioregionally inter-animistic, collapse-conscious + trauma-informed brave space dedicated to learning how to grieve, how to compost what needs a good dying, and to the smashing of the white supremacist/cis/hetero/ableist/neurotypical/capitalist patriarchy so if you’re not down for the revolution, the door is but a click away.
But I hope you’ll stay 🙂
I currently live as a settler-colonizer on the unceded lands of the Multnomah, Kathlamet, Clackamas, Chinook, Molalla, Tualatin Kalapuya and other indigenous peoples in a place called Portland, Oregon.
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