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Kate Mapother's avatar

Oh Ally. This is so beautifully written. My heart is sprained from reading it, from feeling it, and I’m pissed I don’t live closer because I'm a great neighbor when it comes to cleaning out gutters AND grief. I hate all of this for you. It’s been wildfire season for far too long in your sweet world— I want to speak to a manager on your behalf.

I read this on the heels of a Paul Crenshaw essay— please remind me not to do THAT again. I’m a wreck over here. But I am here, wreck and all. Sending the biggest hug xo

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A CRONE WITH A BOTTLE. Or two.'s avatar

Gosh, Ally. Why do nice and loving and fair people like you have to deal with so much shit and grief and injustice? It's a stupid and hopeless question of course, although sometimes I wish the answer was, we were being 'tested' (that's what religion is for – to explain the inexplicable, and while I wish the best of to everyone who is religious, I, myself am not a believer – what kind of cunt devises cruel tests to keep the followers in line?) but injustice seems endemic. If Martín were an average white dude, all sorts of hell would have broken loose to avenge his murder.

This: “It seems like there are a lot of people making strange choices these days, choosing to be hard and cruel. There isn’t anything you can do about that except try not to let it rob you of all hope.”

As I’m writing, my best fur friend of ten+ years, lies in the living room, very much dead. He had cancer, and we should have contacted ‘Lap of Love’ before he started convulsing. His suffering is on me and my reluctance to let him go. At least now, he is suffering no more. Ashes to ashes, and all that. Small grace that his long-time vet vets all the cremation options, although – how do we ever know whose ashes are in that expensively engraved box? We don’t. Sending tons of love, and love, and some more love to you. Let’s not be devoid of hope.

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