I want to invite into a space that which prompts observers to respond to funeral procession headlights with a pause. I would like to consider, ‘How does my personal grief nestle in and reflect the collective grief necessary to dissolve whiteness? How do we hold space for the biological impact of putting off grief for generations? How do I embody safety for grief? How is judgement and grief tied into growth and discernment? How do I embody leadership when grief tends to be infantilized overculture?

When Endless Questions invites itself in, Answer usually sits with me quietly waiting for me to find more connections for questions. What is an answer anyway? Lots of time, Answer has been Grief in the years of transitioning and coming out (tm) and recognizing my neurodivergence---and the social implications thereof. The cultural and systemic response to the impact of this global pandemic is blatant evidence of a lack of tools and respect for grief, a denial of our own humanity.

I hold space for this.

I am a parent, reluctant writer, trans, queer, and neurodivergent life path 9 in recovery. I can also be multimedia artist & creative consultant in Appalachia.

Beyond the current collaboration with William Johnson, I have published comics in Bleeding Thunder 2020 and 2021, organized and completed murals applying creative data collection in collaboration with 800 Collective in The Wond’ry at Vanderbilt in Nashville as well as River City Company, The Edney Innovation Center, and others in Chattanooga, TN. When not making art and tending plants, they substitute teach for forest kindergartens, offer support in organizational restructuring and programming consulting, as well as production management, park design, and institutional impact & community development workshops.

And also, some construction, because skill gathering and ADHD.