My ancestors’ hands bathed in blood, and buried their sins beneath dirt and stone and stories. Stories that turned being into beast, and beast into carcass, the living dead waiting for harvest. They worked frantically, because stopping meant silence, and silence brings nightmares. Nightmares twisted and deformed until villains became heroes, and heroes became villains. My ancestors’ hands clutch at my throat

This writing is inspired by The Fourth Turning, by William Strauss and Neil Howe. The destiny of our country rests in our hands. And we have a choice: do we allow a fascist regime to stamp out democracy and enable a slide into authoritarianism, the likes of Russia or China…

Prologue Welcome, children of earth, to the story of your future. It has been many centuries since you saved your planet from destruction. The collective energies birthed in those years reverberated into being the possibility of our existence. Your persistence chartered our course into prosperity. As a pebble casts ripples on…

We need and depend on other humans. During this era of social distancing and remote work, this inescapable truth has been brought front-and-center. To sustain our collaborative and communicative needs, we have rapidly come to rely on video chats, texting and content sharing apps, and email. …

For all types of makerspaces, ensuring the physical space is sustainable can be a hard obstacle, particularly when it comes to finances. The best way to make sure your makerspace can support itself, its staff, and its members is to do some basic accounting to track revenue and expenses. This…

Imagine if we had a country where every person could reach their fullest potential. If there was no extra baggage of racism or sexism or other BS to add weight to everyday life. How much better, happier, safer would every person feel? How much more stable would our country, our…

Science. is. beautiful. Life is so rare and so astounding and so fragile, it is a miracle that we exist, that any living thing exists. And yet, we do exist. Made from stardust, more pieces working in harmony in a single body than grains of sand on a thousand beaches. …

It is time to forsake our obsession with apocalypse and destruction, our romance with death and despair, and instead look towards the heavens. It is time to embrace life and hope, and imagine the possibilities of a bright future. …

I pay taxes because I want to have health insurance when I retire (Medicare). I pay taxes because I want to be able to go to the hospital and a doctor if I get sick or injured, even if I can’t afford it (Medicaid). I pay taxes because I want…