♥ Let’s Have Coffee! ♥
Click the little latte heart to send me $2! It's like we're having a coffee-date in an affordable, accessible venue! How strange & rare & wonderful!
♥ WRITING = WORKING / MONEY = ACCESS ♥
$$$ If you've benefited from my writing in any way over the years - if my words have inspired you, helped you feel less alone, or sparked some weird feeling within you - please consider compensating me by offering a donation of any amount. Support comes in many forms, but as somebody who grew up in poverty, continues to survive well below the poverty line, and is disabled & crazy, I, like you, need money to live, to create, to grow, & to heal. My gifts, skills, creativity, ideas, & magic-making are often not valued in our culture, but I know they are real & valid & life-transforming. Your donations will ensure that I can continue the work I have mysteriously arrived on this strange planet to do. Thank you very kindly for your generosity, sharing, & kindness! With gratitude & weirdo vibes! $$$
Tag Archives: disability
Writing = Working / A Discussion of Support & $upport
Okay, let’s talk about MONEY! It’s awkward, I know. But I’ve got a lot of feelings about art, work, and money, so here we go… I need support to keep on writing: Many different kinds of support, and that does … Continue reading
No Space Will Ever Be 100% Safe or Accessible, But…
Lately, I’ve been attempting to write definitions for words like “radical,” “mental health,” “accessible,” and “safer.” Definitions for me – all of our ideas on each of these words will vary greatly. I’ve also, as you may have heard/read me … Continue reading
Dear Depression: Thank You
A letter for depression, the illness that tries to kill me and, strangely, gives me reasons to stay alive, too. Depression, thank you for helping me recognize when I need to step back and take care of myself, to temporarily … Continue reading
I Was the Violent Kid Nobody Knew How to Deal With
I wish I could have a conversation with my childhood self, my teenage self. Although I have mostly accepted that the past cannot be changed, and some of the bad things I lived through are what led me to being … Continue reading
If This Makes You Feel Awkward, I Don’t Care
♥ PART ONE: Sometimes I Don’t Like Guelph ♥ I write about the search for community a lot, and think about it much more than that, but the truth is, I think I am choosing to give up that search … Continue reading
Self-Care When You’re Not at Home
“Self-Care When You’re Not at Home.” I have written this down so many times, adding ideas and point-form notes and lists and scribbles, intending to really really write about it, analyze it, share it. Especially with trips to New York … Continue reading
Broken Pencil and Canzine: We need to talk about this. (Part Two)
This is a follow up to Part One. Strangely enough, this past Sunday was probably my best experience of Canzine yet. I had a good day, I did not freak out, I talked to all sorts of wonderful folks, and … Continue reading
Broken Pencil and Canzine: We need to talk about this. (Part One)
[I wrote this on October 20th, 2011, and chose not to publish it until after attending Canzine and having some time to think about this year’s experience of the event.] I am writing this a few days before attending Canzine, … Continue reading
Maranda Elizabeth 