Today is going to be a super hilarious scene with me trying to use ASL and "Love Actually" cue cards on my gangster heavy SF landlord. 😂 Still adore your book!
Oh Alisa, that all sounds so so rough. To be sure, deliberate rest and wintering are not always possible, especially in late-stage capitalism America. But even just sharing your story and asking for help are huge steps in the right direction, since I realize those things are hard (at least for me). Sending you strength and grace to get through this.
Thanks Abby. I know somehow my situation will sort itself out, but how to construct better societal safety nets for midlife women, single mothers, and the disabled at scale? People like to chide SF, but I did an ASL-style zoom meeting (since I can't speak) with the SF Chronicle's Seasons of Sharing yesterday. It was remarkable because the person on the other side of the screen had friends with epilepsy and knew the condition intimately. They were also open to my clumsy signing, but it's this type of radical empathy in action that will hopefully allow me to stay put in my tiny digs through post-op in January and finally allow some wintering. So, in late-stage capitalism, how do we create more moments and models like that?
Oh, if only were possible! Please see my latest piece on Gotham Girl
https://alisajones.substack.com/p/shes-ferel-on-purpose-how-to-set
And The Empress on The Myth of "Rest" and "Wintering" in America
https://alisakennedyjones.substack.com/p/wise-af-wednesdays-the-virtual-laufey
Today is going to be a super hilarious scene with me trying to use ASL and "Love Actually" cue cards on my gangster heavy SF landlord. 😂 Still adore your book!
Oh Alisa, that all sounds so so rough. To be sure, deliberate rest and wintering are not always possible, especially in late-stage capitalism America. But even just sharing your story and asking for help are huge steps in the right direction, since I realize those things are hard (at least for me). Sending you strength and grace to get through this.
Thanks Abby. I know somehow my situation will sort itself out, but how to construct better societal safety nets for midlife women, single mothers, and the disabled at scale? People like to chide SF, but I did an ASL-style zoom meeting (since I can't speak) with the SF Chronicle's Seasons of Sharing yesterday. It was remarkable because the person on the other side of the screen had friends with epilepsy and knew the condition intimately. They were also open to my clumsy signing, but it's this type of radical empathy in action that will hopefully allow me to stay put in my tiny digs through post-op in January and finally allow some wintering. So, in late-stage capitalism, how do we create more moments and models like that?