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June Is.

June is #pride. Pride is the peony, is the shift of furious growth, is fragrant and showy, impossibly layered, insistently rooted rooted and getting stronger, is buds held tight until their blossoms unfurl with abandon, is heart marching bruising, cruising, dancing free. #holdfastno, don't even tryit's too much to hold.
June is Pride.

Pride is the peony, is the shift of furious growth, is fragrant and showy, impossibly layered, insistently rooted rooted and getting stronger, is buds held tight until their blossoms unfurl with abandon, is heart marching bruising, cruising, dancing free.

Top-Surgery Selfies

Reflections, 2 weeks after top surgery. Self care is crucial and so is support. A support team in Covid times looks different but it's even more vital. Care isn't always glamorous. It's been a loved one sleeping near my bed in case I needed help. It's been washing all the things (even me) and dropping needs on my porch. Pulling up my pants in the first days and my spirits always. Late night phone calls and care packages, icecream and tea. It's been lifting and holding all the heavy things, quarantining for me, reading to me (and my kids), making meals and memories, enduring the endless selfies I am so giddy to take, it's love notes, high notes, low notes and dancing. It's a web of people woven together in the most unexpected ways; too beautiful to ever be planned, too precious to name. It's stretched near and far, open enough to flex, tight enough to hold. Tonight, on this dark dark night, let us bring back the light together. #holdfast #topsurgery
Reflections, 2 weeks after top surgery. Self care is crucial and so is support. A support team in Covid times looks different but it's even more vital. Care isn't always glamorous. It's been a loved one sleeping near my bed in case I needed help. It's been washing all the things (even me) and dropping needs on my porch. Pulling up my pants in the first days and my spirits always. Late night phone calls and care packages, icecream and tea. It's been lifting and holding all the heavy things, quarantining for me, reading to me (and my kids), making meals and memories, enduring the endless selfies I am so giddy to take, it's love notes, high notes, low notes and dancing. It's a web of people woven together in the most unexpected ways; too beautiful to ever be planned, too precious to name. It's stretched near and far, open enough to flex, tight enough to hold. Tonight, on this dark dark night, let us bring back the light together. #holdfast #topsurgery