A year ago, my body was recovering and I was becoming a version of myself that waited many years to be realized. The change was not without cost and it’s not perfect and yet, every single day I am grateful for what top surgery has given me. As I tried to write about this, I am sensing that there is much left to say about the topic. In the meantime, i have made this little zine.
Peppermint Alley Presses ready to be folded (there is always a copy for YOU if you send in your address) but first: coffee + biscottiAny guesses where I collected sand from?
time is a funny thing. what seems closefrom three sleeps agoand don't even try looking back further and nowthese two back in Philly with dried cherriesblanketsbikesand rocksit seems further away than it was last weekthan it will in a few more weeksmaybe geography is stranger still
Early morning hours that are quiet and chilly, great for tea and writing it out