community medicine

Twenty-one months.

Growing in my roots to finding the space to bloom. Then thriving, a little, with love. Here’s to the next fifteen months.

I highly encourage anyone with even a passing interest in Sign Language to take up a course. Let’s make spaces more inclusive together.

My instincts as a granddaughter itched.

The answer to Sisyphus isn’t despair, or stoic acceptance of our futile reality. It’s revolt.

Also known as my two months in urban community then palliative care.

I’ve spent quite a bit of time lately thinking of my “why”, on top of “how”.