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I have been smiling since yesterday’s halftime show.

I wrote this poem/song when I was in high school. I recorded it on my home computer in 1998. You can hear it on my YouTube channel - Coriander in the Spice Rack.

Finishing up the words from December. When earthly bodies are finished, may we all find mercy. Forgiveness for ourselves. Compassion for others. Beautiful expressions of love For moments that transcended.

Happy new year! Buckle up your seatbelts and hang on to your hats! 2025, let’s goooooo!

My back aches, Right on my shoulder blades Where my wings were ripped off On the fall to earth. My heart yearns, To be reunited with kin Angelic essence of rainbow wings To fly to new heights. Still, I magnify the importance of Love, The need for connection A higher power unknown yet to me.

To our dearest family and friends, happy Hanukkah! Love Coriander and Biscuit!

Merry Christmas and happy new year from Coriander and Biscuit!

I finally felt worthy. A new day had come. Overshadowed by someone else’s need. Stealing my sunshine. Worthiness is a hard one. You can be good, but not too good. “Don’t color outside the lines.” So I named myself rainbow. Flamboyant, not austere. I wear all black To let my insides shine.

My little hands The hands that look like my father’s The ones that practiced Vivaldi & Bach Hands that dug in the dirt to plant Seeds that might grow the next season My little hands The hands that taught me to crochet Making doll rugs by the treelight The joy of velvet on my cheek

I am enough. I accept as is, But I don’t settle. Relationships are reciprocal. Wolfie (my inner Mozart-child) Runs barefoot in the grass Giggling and wild. Improvising new tunes, Looking for playmates to join his band.

Music has been my voice for a long time. My way of connecting to others. Performing, creating, rehearsing, watching, listening, recording… To me, music is the voice of my Higher Power. The way I can share my emotions with or without words.

I wrote a poem called The Peacemaker www.instagram.com/p/DDc-IAnxtw...

It’s been a journey getting from one to the other. We are still learning from each other. Her impish glee, my big heart.

“I wish it was different, but our beloved monarchs are in trouble and they need our help.”

A literal embrace, like a hug, is a physical expression of holding your loved ones close. To embrace who we are inside is divine. (Sibling, Mom, Me)

These are my memories from Christmas Eve 2023. My mom and I went to 3 different services. Don’t wait to make new memories. Go look at lights. Visit with friends and make new friends. Do the traditions that light your hearts on fire. 🔥 Leave the rest.

This is a suncatcher of a stained glass window at Downtown United Presbyterian Church in Rochester, NY. Before my 15th birthday, our friend Robbie Brown died. At his funeral, sunlight flooded through these angel windows and I knew Robbie was with us. “Children, go where I send thee…”

This season is about many things. I stop to smell the proverbial roses, which for me is lights on houses & trees. This ginormous Santa was a marvel of modern technology to witness last year. I love the glow of the lights in the darkness of the winter sky. What do you marvel at?

The culture wars, the race wars, the gender wars...all smoke screens for the war they don't want you to fight. The class wars.

For the past few years, I’ve been working on living into my spirituality, weaving mind body & spirit together. I feel more integrated. As this Advent season brings us fresh perspectives, I am working on progress, not perfection. I just have to start.

I give thanks for your friendship, support & love! I hope you feel it from me too!

My filter broke with the election. The only good thing about it so far.

Be actively anti-racist & affirming to Black & Indigenous folks.

I post for education, & what I want to see in my feed. If you have lgbtq, differently abled, & neurodivergent family (chosen & blood), they need you to be actively affirming. Not just passively accepting. I need that. (I try not to have expectations because that’s when I only disappoint myself.)

Today is Transgender Day of Remembrance. Each year, the trans community loses too many lives, especially trans women of color, to hate and violence. More than ever, we must stand by our trans family and support them, hold space for them, and insist the scapegoating and targeting stop. Now.

Someone told me I can choose to be happy regarding post election shenanigans. Feeling my feelings and being honest about it is healthy. Getting stuck there, not healthy. I choose JOY when able, but not going to deny feelings because it makes others uncomfortable.

So, where are the Blacks for Trump? A cabinet should represent and reflect its people. This collection resembles an exclusive country club.

I have faced fascism before, in this very country. I was one of 120,000 Japanese Americans summarily rounded up and expelled from our homes at gunpoint, all for the crime of looking like the people who bombed Pearl Harbor. I spent my childhood behind barbed wire. My parents lost everything. 1/

I alternate between being ready for the revolution and wanting to throw up. How are YOU?

Ok I’m amused cuz you’re wearing my old hat in your picture.