A year ago, my body was recovering and I was becoming a version of myself that waited many years to be realized. The change was not without cost and it’s not perfect and yet, every single day I am grateful for what top surgery has given me. As I tried to write about this, I am sensing that there is much left to say about the topic. In the meantime, i have made this little zine.
Back to this home and this slightly rocky table. It was my Grandma’s mail table and came from dad before that. Writing letters to ghosts and postcards from cats.
Peppermint Alley Presses ready to be folded (there is always a copy for YOU if you send in your address) but first: coffee + biscottiAny guesses where I collected sand from?
Librarian Day in this little one-room library. Spent the last morning of June finishing the month’s Peppermint Alley Press + folding zines + reading Ivan Coyote’s new book (did they write it just for me?) As always, let me know if your snail mailbox could use a little love and I’ll send you a copy. 📬
New summer return stamp! As usual, I have a few extra copies of my little non-news-letter. Let me know if your mailbox needs some attention. 📬🪄
