Call for submission for Comics for Choice

There is a call for submissions for Comics of Choice, “an anthology of comics, art, and writing about abortion, raising money for the the National Network of Abortion Funds.”

Comics for Choice logo

If you want to just draw or write a story, they have directions for finding someone to pair with:

If you have a story to tell but aren’t an artist, or if you’re an artist who wants to contribute but doesn’t know what to draw, we want you to team up! Use the hashtag #ComicsForChoice on Twitter to find each other, or if you’d prefer to remain anonymous, email us at before December 23rd, and we will do our best to pair you with someone. All genders are welcome!

Can’t wait to see this come together; there are important stories to share, and everything will help moving forward.

Moving forward

I have a lot to say and I am having a hard time starting. Gotta start somewhere…

So first, play this video:

I’m worried about the damage already done, and the damage yet to land. But that is external, and I am struggling internally. In some ways it is a matter of focus, and of homecoming.

Eight years ago I was a manic, paranoid technologist. Today I am a scattered, weary parent. I’ve taken a lot in stride, and healed enough to know that I am not broken. I’ve opened up to others and I’ve been invited in by even more people. And so much of my meaning in this world is being threatened by the ancient yet mundane forces of ignorance and fear.

I wish I had more to offer, but I am still formulating; I have the great fortune of many layers of privilege that allow me time, and my thoughts are constantly with those that are being hurt right now. I have so many questions and precious few answers.

But love is the answer that always rises to the top.

Please contact me if you need help:

Making a note here for reference later: just got through a very rough 48 hours of illness.

I slept through most of it, and it is a bit disorienting to go to sleep when the sky is starting to get light, and then wake up when it is starting to get dark. I am not sure this mammal brain of mine can handle that.

Happy to be not in constant crampy pain and sore throat! And hopefully my ideal sleep pattern will return: crash 15 minutes before the sky starts to lighten, and then wake up mid-afternoon…. bliss!