You know, I don't mind sharing my blood with them mosquitoes. But why do they have to leave me so darn itchy afterwards???

Funny how that works, huh?

Good question. When has Trump ever told the truth? I don't even think he knows what the word means!

I think that about says it all!

Is that a kangaroo mommy dog?

Next, patriarchy.

A real man, indeed!

I sympathize. That's why I took both of my cats with me to our next adventure in Jakarta!

A good beginning... but just a beginning

Well, the clown is wearing a cowboy hat. That's all I needed to know about his faux‐masculinity.

No! No!

Isn't capitalism wonderful! 🤑🤢🤮

Sad but true.

What if the most sacred thing you can do is sit beside someone while they die—because the system left them no other choice?
A story about witness, cruelty, and the gospel of presence.
🌿 Read: agreeningspirit.substack.com/p/room-4b-pa...
#DeathAndDignity #GriefAsWitness

What if grief grew something?

A squeaky cabinet, a coffee percolator, and one bulletin board confession at a time—Grace Grayson finds himself in the middle of a quiet, holy uprising.

📖 New from Wild Grace Chronicles:
The Riverside Community – Part One

Sacred resistance starts with empanadas.

Just published Part Two of The Riverside Community.

A community room, a circle of strangers, a cat with good instincts. Grace Grayson didn’t plan to organize anything—grief just led him here.

Empanadas. Resistance. Sacred remembering.

agreeningspirit.substack.com/p/the-rivers...

What happens when grief enters a politician’s office with nothing to lose?
In The Riverside Community: Part Three, neighbors carry their stories into power—and come out changed.
🌿 Read here: agreeningspirit.substack.com/p/the-rivers...
#MutualAid #StoryAsResistance