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215

In light of the recent discovery of remains of 215 children at Kamloops Indian Residential School, I’ve been looking at archival images online, zooming in on children’s faces to see…

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access intimacy

I remember the first time a boy moved the hair away from the side of my head and kissed the ruffled fold of skin where my right ear should be.…

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I don’t have my isht together

Last weekend, I decided I’d finally do something with the pile of dirt behind my house and plant a little flower garden. What started out with what was supposed to…

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swarming midges

Fun fact: before the nineteenth century, the word “normal” was only ever used by carpenters to describe a square. Pulled from Rosemarie Garland-Thomson’s, “What can a body do?”, a not-so-fun…

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even you can do it

What does it mean to be a difference-centered designer? I wouldn’t consider myself an expert. Like you, I have one story, one unique perspective and I’m learning. I’m learning that…

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less unicorns, more artists

A few newsletters back I lamented about how, in the midst of a pandemic, there’s no easy way to find artists beyond the unicorns and the who’s who of Deaf…

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40 lbs of empathy

Digital Strategy Stew 20 bushels of communities 1 lb of a problem to solve 1000 oz of questions 1000 heaping cups of stories 1 dash of design thinking A few…

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are you “in”?

The gatekeepers are losing their hold. I don’t think I’m old but I’m old enough to be able to say that. I won’t deny the gatekeepers are still there, but…

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hold onto your cheese

Why are we so uncomfortable with cheese? I’m not talking about the cheddar sitting in your fridge. I’m talking about the hippity dippity declaration of love as a social practice…

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embracing failure

As we hunker down for another wave, I’m keeping a running list of my pandemic fails so far: Green smoothies (don’t do it) New York crossword puzzles (not getting any…

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Deaf joy

I’ve been on zoom so much this week that I may have, at one point, entered a state of hypnosis. I’m starting to, rather desperately, find surprising elements of beauty…

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doom-scrolling

Why do you make art? Maybe, like me, you make art in your dreams, or in the arrangement of banana bits on your cereal but actually, you haven’t made art…

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