My mother made us deliver meals to the elderly one year. It traumatized me, but kind of in a good way.
thanksgiving
farming
Fort Bragg is in pretty dire straits, a lot like me, and I hope both of us can pull through. I know neither of us is going to do it without a community, because it’s impossible to survive on your own.
gender changes
Imagine trying to do something that requires ID with an identification that doesn’t appear to be you. And imagine doing it over and over again and having to explain the situation to people who may be actively hostile and aggressive.
animals
My daydreams of taking Fiona home gradually faded away, but my memories of the animal shelter stuck with me.
hurricane sandy
Will people still trek out to the Rockaways and other storm-ravaged areas if they can't Instagram it?
thanksgiving
My son spent a month in a NICU after he was born, and I made a silent promise to the universe that one day I'd do my best to give something back to these people.
crisis line
I don’t know how many people I helped, or didn’t, while I was working on the crisis line. I do know that I don’t regret my time there, not a single one of those shifts.
complaining
As a stay-at-home mom, I was excited to give back. Until I actually tried it.
volunteering
I'd like to change the world, but soup kitchens make me sick.
