
Woke to the sounds of a hard rain falling. I went AH. The earth went AH.
And shortly thereafter, it stopped.
How it goes now.

Woke to the sounds of a hard rain falling. I went AH. The earth went AH.
And shortly thereafter, it stopped.
How it goes now.

I wake and exclaim, it’s Thursday and I don’t have anything! It’s been a relatively busy week so far so this makes me happy.
My immediate next thought: we’re on the fascism train.
And it’s left the station.
Feel free to skip the rest. Go outside. Take a walk. Read Mary Oliver or Robin Kimmerer. Have a nice bowl of yogurt and strawberries. But I need to place a marker this morning. As long as this is, it is in no way comprehensive.
On Monday Maddow highlighted another purge, this time of upper level intelligence and military personnel. Yesterday, Trump fired the CIA expert on Russia, who was at the Alaska Summit. The government, briefly took over the Amtrak station in DC. The occupation there, ongoing. Tyranny experts talk about the importance of controlling the Capitol, meaning it’s not just a distraction. It’s not just a scare tactic.
(And I’m with Tim Miller here: can we stop talking about “distractions” already? It’s a journalistic waste of breath and also misses the point that things can be both ugly, scary power grabs AND distractions and by distractions, lately, of course we’re talking about the ongoing cover up of trump’s crimes with cohort and bestie, Epstein).
Trump is targeting Lisa Cook, who sits on the board of governors of the Federal Reserve. In the history of that agency, not one single president has ever ousted one single serving economic expert. Not one. No surprise she’s a Black woman. It’s also abundantly clear he’s attacking her because he cannot yet risk trying to get rid of Jerome Powell.
Trump lacks the authority to fire Cook without cause and according to the NYTimes, the voluminous material produced by the Trump appointee at the Federal Housing agency fails to outline a crime (mortgage fraud. See also Adam Schiff and Letitia James).
The head of the CDC has been fired. The recent cancellation of vaccine research, the revamping of vaccine guidelines along non-scientific, conspiratorial lines is recent history. Threats to sue the American Pediatric Association for issuing their own (sane) vaccine recommendations came not long after. (Covid is not included in the vaccine liability law so the government cannot do this). It’s not a stretch to imagine that free Covid vaccines might be a thing of the past — maybe available for people 65 and over maybe not.
Meanwhile, the press continues its flaccid coverage. Sanewashing trump’s delusional and incoherent statements, for instance. People around the president know he’s declining. People who track down recordings and listen to Trump (MeidasTouch) know he’s more off the rails than ever. He looks like shit. Online debates about how far progressed his congestive heart failure is can be a great time waster but obviously everyone invested in America’s future wants to know: when is this fucker gonna drop dead?
On the subject of succession, it’s clear to many that the scary anti-democratic billionaires and others are busy behind the scenes getting ready for a JD presidency. Vance is often away when some of the worst things are going on, for instance, distancing himself from the administration.
Every single thread about Trump dropping dead has someone piping up, but JD Vance will be worse!
The most recent take on that, a view supported by what I know about Peter Thiel and Curtis Yarvin, suggests that it really won’t matter who’s president next given the unitary executive approach to governing which the Supreme Court has had no small hand in ushering along.
In other words, the absence of a cult following may not matter as much as we hope. Same with Vance’s across-the-board unlikeability.
I can’t follow what’s happening to the Palestinians right now. It throws me over a ledge. But even scanning headlines delivers outrageous news: targeting journalists and lying about it seems about par for the course for the raging war criminal at the helm.
And by “targeting” I mean slaughtering. By “war criminal at the helm” I mean Netanyahu.
We’ve got vocal brave fighters now. Newsome, Pritzker, Wes Moore. Others. That’s not nothing. There was an amazing special election result in Iowa this week, bolstering Robert Hubbell’s opinion that results matter more than polling or registration numbers (this candidate won by double digits in a state that Trump won by double digits).
So for now, I will continue to pin my hopes on the 2026 midterm elections.
For now my online porn will continue to be watching Republicans being yelled at and booed in town halls attended by very fed up constituents.
Reminder: it would only take a handful of Republicans to make a lot of this stop.
What happened to the Republican Party remains one of the most unanswerable and confounding issues of our day.
The sun has moved off the armoire and there’s coffee waiting for me downstairs. Time to rise and shine, in other words.
Check out this iteration of the turtle theme on the scrap-holding side of the pin board. Its chaotic clutter speaks to this moment better than any of the studied compositions.


So what I’m calling the Turtle Quilt is exasperating me.
I’m tempted to make that vertical strip its own piece because of how problematic joining everything up has been. Here is the latest incarnation.

I could finish it by sewing three, maybe four, seams but I think I like the earlier version better (below). Difference? That that strip of warm-toned patches under the yellow silk turtle.


I will just walk away for a few days. Even the B&W version doesn’t make the solution click (the way it should).
All thoughts welcome.


In my notifications, I get “look back” compilations from Amazon photos. They’ll show me, for instance, 20 pictures from the same day from the last five years. These from Hawley, Mass. caught my eye.

For several years in August, I joined others for a writing retreat in this small hill town north of Amherst. I forget the beauty of the place and how much, as a Berkshires kid, I really miss landscapes like these.








Where feels most like home to you?
One more thing. While rooting around old files, I found this posted poem. I wrote it in June of 2017 — early in Mango Mussolini’s first reign, in other words. Parts hit hard because of that. I think it’s a good poem.
Have a great start to your week!

You might recognize the artistic hand of Marti here. That’s Marti from New Mexico, often in my and others’ comments telling robust stories about family, culture, food, and yes, resistance.
Her symbolic gestures of resistance give me hope and act as reminders that however we show up in this moment matters.
She commented recently: “The sign that I made in April for the first of the many protests, weathered snow, hail and rain, but this last bout of monsoon rain, crumbled it SO I made another sign, not as large, not planted in my large pot. It is affixed to one of my Kokopelli planters by our front door, away from the elements, where all who come to our door can see. it. Thought about changing the words on the sign to fit the many protest themes but in the end, those three words say it all, HANDS OFF DEMOCRACY.”
Marti hand-dyes fabrics with windfall to produce amazing results. Here’s a lovely bookmark she sent me.

In the top wall-hanging, she features the work of another fiber artist, Liz. That’s Liz from I’m Going to Texas.
You can read about Liz’s Peace Pin Project here. Liz stitched, in her unique and original style, messages of peace to wear and on a flag to signal support of Ukraine.

In her stellar collaborative style, Liz also stitched up a quote from Marti.

Hope is standing up / not standing aside / to connect in a way / that helps to make / us all one.
Rebecca Solnit’s got nothin’ on these two!

While trying to find the bronze leaf (stamped with the word PEACE) that Liz sent me after the Hearts for Charleston Project concluded (see my and her sidebars), I found the Peace Pin she made for me. The date references the day Dylann Roof opened fire at Mother Emanuel Church in Charleston. I wish I could find these items in my boxes of precious objects, but so far they haven’t turned up.

How are you fighting the fascist regime this week?