Psychedelic Research, Education, Therapy & Advocacy — As psychedelic use becomes more mainstream, the number of resources and players in the space is growing rapidly. There’s a lot that’s good about this! And a lot that makes me wary. I touch on my concerns in the annotated resource list below. In future articles, I’ll address issues of…

For ourselves. For others. — Find Part 1 of this story here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here. In late afternoon, returning to the outpost of a town that was my starting point, I’d find a spot to have milk tea and a meal. I hesitate to call these “restaurants.” Simple, one-room…

“Story is our only boat for sailing on the river of time, but in the great rapids and the winding shallows, no boat is safe.” — Ursula K. Le Guin, A Fisherman of the Inland Sea At last, we arrive at Prophecy. At what surfaces when we stop clinging to…

Getting down to the blood and bones of it — Much of what I write is the sad white girl story they said would never sell. Much of what I write is the only way I know to explain it. What I do. How I am. Also, stripped of details, how and why most of us do anything. The hurt…

What Have You Kept? What Have You Left Behind? — I grew up on a street called Recovery Drive. I can see it still, in my mind, tucked away in memory and heart. It was on that street, broken by the loss of my sixth-grade soulmate, that I found my way. …

Homeland, aging, recovery — I last visited the place I grew up nearly a decade ago. The time before that I can’t even recall. During my most recent visit, I realized things had changed in my absence. There were new cookie-cutter developments on the outskirts, signs declaring the town “historic,” more homogenized convenience. Still…

Will yours find expression, in this short skip of a life? — As we weave through decades of comings and goings, timelines blur, tangle, become unruly. We remember big moments and small moments and somehow important details even as…their importance eludes us. Equally sacred moments are secreted away, whether through willful disappearance, self-preservation, or simple forgetting. No matter. They’re in there, taking…

Here, we do what we can. — Tis true. The soul knows. The prayer holds. And yet, coming into body and being, we forget. At least for now. At least as long as our now self makes meaning. Here, the onslaught of others. Here, we do what we can. This saves us, for a while. It’s the…

Here in the rural, south shore area of Nova Scotia, tucked amidst tall trees and minutes from the ocean, I’m tracking news of Hurricane Fiona. By “tracking,” I mean I received and read two emails in succession: one from my dad, one from my landlord, both with same subject line…