I cried every day.

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full moon, ohio.

Dear friends,

All the witches warned us about this week. A lunar eclipse in Virgo amidst Pisces season, the shifting weather, the burning world…

I cried every day. P and I argued. I had existential spirals that led me to opposite conclusions. Former Columbia grad student activist Mohammed Khalil was disappeared last weekend, and every response (& non-response) is insufficient. The health condition I’ve been struggling with flared, making it both hard to sit and walk. I cried about all of this, and I also cried because: there are two dead geese on our lake, a sign of the spreading bird flu; a patient on The Pitt is going to die; I ran out of seltzer; my cat is getting old and can’t live forever; the crocuses pushed through the soil; money. Incidentally, I am about to bleed.

The sun is shining today, it has been all week, and regular readers know I don’t love this. Bright light hurts my eyes and warm weather makes my body swell. Still, inevitably, when the sun is out, my brain benefits from the serotonin. This week has really tried to refuse the mood lift, but I think today it’s too strong. Despite the melancholy of the above, I’m starting to feel a little hopeful… 

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Below: interviews with smart feminists, helpful editors, and funny writers; an indigenous country-folk musician with new must-listen songs; Parker Posey’s OG southern accent; and more! + a much happier list of things from the week (all that coexisted with the blues). 

I love you, hang in there. 

love & solidarity, 

raechel 

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