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Wrote about the liberatory potential of Black movement and music and an embodied understanding of awakening for @tricyclemag 🪩

Thank you as always to @___clairaudience___for the meticulous edit and to @guarionex_jr for the generous photographic accompaniment. 🙏🏾

taking refuge in earth element, 5.

taking refuge in earth element, 5.

Books, Barcelona. 📕

Books, Barcelona. 📕

Books, Barcelona. 📕

Books, Barcelona. 📕

Books, Barcelona. 📕

Books, Barcelona. 📕

Books, Barcelona. 📕

Books, Barcelona. 📕

Books, Barcelona. 📕

Books, Barcelona. 📕

Books, Barcelona. 📕

Teenage Dreams Unlocked: Beyoncé and Rilo Kiley. 🥹

Teenage Dreams Unlocked: Beyoncé and Rilo Kiley. 🥹

Teenage Dreams Unlocked: Beyoncé and Rilo Kiley. 🥹

In the spring, after many months of existential fiddling, I finished printing a riso-project titled DIASPORIC DISSONANCE, exploring diaspora and translation. A bit about this:

I took the photos in this riso-printed book in my ancestral home in Kenya. They document my Aunt Fenny’s funeral, a sudden passing, which in retrospect, broke open a year of death and grappling with the intangible. In this book, the intangible is being without my mother tongue - what that does to me. There are some words at the start of the book but it is mostly pictures. The photos attempt totranslate what I didn’t have the language to express: grief, loss, and illegibility.

7.5 x 9 in
Printed in bubblegum, bright olive green, and medium blue at SVA RisoLAB.
New York. Spring 2025
Edition of 60.

You can currently buy this book at @dearfriendbooks in Bed-Stuy. You can also buy one directly from me for $25 (book + mail) via Venmo (@Jessica-Angima). You can also buy one at the @risolab table at the NY Art Book Fair next week (see: @printedmatter_artbookfairs ). I’ll be behind the table Saturday afternoon, say hi!. 💁🏾‍♀️

xo,
Jessica

1 + 5 📸: @angeliea

In the spring, after many months of existential fiddling, I finished printing a riso-project titled DIASPORIC DISSONANCE, exploring diaspora and translation. A bit about this:

I took the photos in this riso-printed book in my ancestral home in Kenya. They document my Aunt Fenny’s funeral, a sudden passing, which in retrospect, broke open a year of death and grappling with the intangible. In this book, the intangible is being without my mother tongue - what that does to me. There are some words at the start of the book but it is mostly pictures. The photos attempt totranslate what I didn’t have the language to express: grief, loss, and illegibility.

7.5 x 9 in
Printed in bubblegum, bright olive green, and medium blue at SVA RisoLAB.
New York. Spring 2025
Edition of 60.

You can currently buy this book at @dearfriendbooks in Bed-Stuy. You can also buy one directly from me for $25 (book + mail) via Venmo (@Jessica-Angima). You can also buy one at the @risolab table at the NY Art Book Fair next week (see: @printedmatter_artbookfairs ). I’ll be behind the table Saturday afternoon, say hi!. 💁🏾‍♀️

xo,
Jessica

1 + 5 📸: @angeliea

In the spring, after many months of existential fiddling, I finished printing a riso-project titled DIASPORIC DISSONANCE, exploring diaspora and translation. A bit about this:

I took the photos in this riso-printed book in my ancestral home in Kenya. They document my Aunt Fenny’s funeral, a sudden passing, which in retrospect, broke open a year of death and grappling with the intangible. In this book, the intangible is being without my mother tongue - what that does to me. There are some words at the start of the book but it is mostly pictures. The photos attempt totranslate what I didn’t have the language to express: grief, loss, and illegibility.

7.5 x 9 in
Printed in bubblegum, bright olive green, and medium blue at SVA RisoLAB.
New York. Spring 2025
Edition of 60.

You can currently buy this book at @dearfriendbooks in Bed-Stuy. You can also buy one directly from me for $25 (book + mail) via Venmo (@Jessica-Angima). You can also buy one at the @risolab table at the NY Art Book Fair next week (see: @printedmatter_artbookfairs ). I’ll be behind the table Saturday afternoon, say hi!. 💁🏾‍♀️

xo,
Jessica

1 + 5 📸: @angeliea

In the spring, after many months of existential fiddling, I finished printing a riso-project titled DIASPORIC DISSONANCE, exploring diaspora and translation. A bit about this:

I took the photos in this riso-printed book in my ancestral home in Kenya. They document my Aunt Fenny’s funeral, a sudden passing, which in retrospect, broke open a year of death and grappling with the intangible. In this book, the intangible is being without my mother tongue - what that does to me. There are some words at the start of the book but it is mostly pictures. The photos attempt totranslate what I didn’t have the language to express: grief, loss, and illegibility.

7.5 x 9 in
Printed in bubblegum, bright olive green, and medium blue at SVA RisoLAB.
New York. Spring 2025
Edition of 60.

You can currently buy this book at @dearfriendbooks in Bed-Stuy. You can also buy one directly from me for $25 (book + mail) via Venmo (@Jessica-Angima). You can also buy one at the @risolab table at the NY Art Book Fair next week (see: @printedmatter_artbookfairs ). I’ll be behind the table Saturday afternoon, say hi!. 💁🏾‍♀️

xo,
Jessica

1 + 5 📸: @angeliea

In the spring, after many months of existential fiddling, I finished printing a riso-project titled DIASPORIC DISSONANCE, exploring diaspora and translation. A bit about this:

I took the photos in this riso-printed book in my ancestral home in Kenya. They document my Aunt Fenny’s funeral, a sudden passing, which in retrospect, broke open a year of death and grappling with the intangible. In this book, the intangible is being without my mother tongue - what that does to me. There are some words at the start of the book but it is mostly pictures. The photos attempt totranslate what I didn’t have the language to express: grief, loss, and illegibility.

7.5 x 9 in
Printed in bubblegum, bright olive green, and medium blue at SVA RisoLAB.
New York. Spring 2025
Edition of 60.

You can currently buy this book at @dearfriendbooks in Bed-Stuy. You can also buy one directly from me for $25 (book + mail) via Venmo (@Jessica-Angima). You can also buy one at the @risolab table at the NY Art Book Fair next week (see: @printedmatter_artbookfairs ). I’ll be behind the table Saturday afternoon, say hi!. 💁🏾‍♀️

xo,
Jessica

1 + 5 📸: @angeliea

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

years and years: hands and soil at @462halsey

Life is brutal, eh? And yet, out of all the suffering, this: When the sun comes out, it comes out for everybody. The whole wide world through a dirty window. The Swiss Alps and cerulean. Let the devastation baptize you anew. 🤲🏾

Aside from these words, another offering:

THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA
A hand-bound ‘lil art book of photos captured in various moments during various meditation retreats over various years.

4 x 5.5 in.
Printed in blue and orange at @risolab
New York. Spring 2025
Edition of 100+ 🫨

This book was inspired by Larry Yang’s lecture, “Multicultural History of Dharma, Mindfulness, Race and Diversity”. During this lecture, I learned that for the first 100+ years following the Buddha’s death, he was not depicted in human form. Instead, his first representations were symbolic: a footprint or a lotus flower, the dharma wheel or a stupa, a riderless horse, among other things. THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA finds the Buddha in his many forms. In a fire or a hillside, in a street sign or in the sky: linking all things in the cycle of dependent origination.

I’ll be sending copies of THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA to new and existing paid subscribers of SLOWLY, SLOWLY (link in bio). Or, if you want nuthin’ to do with subscriptions, you can Venmo $15 to @Jessica-Angima and DM me your address. Either way, thank you for supporting my groovy lifestyle. ✌🏾

xo,
Jessica

Life is brutal, eh? And yet, out of all the suffering, this: When the sun comes out, it comes out for everybody. The whole wide world through a dirty window. The Swiss Alps and cerulean. Let the devastation baptize you anew. 🤲🏾

Aside from these words, another offering:

THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA
A hand-bound ‘lil art book of photos captured in various moments during various meditation retreats over various years.

4 x 5.5 in.
Printed in blue and orange at @risolab
New York. Spring 2025
Edition of 100+ 🫨

This book was inspired by Larry Yang’s lecture, “Multicultural History of Dharma, Mindfulness, Race and Diversity”. During this lecture, I learned that for the first 100+ years following the Buddha’s death, he was not depicted in human form. Instead, his first representations were symbolic: a footprint or a lotus flower, the dharma wheel or a stupa, a riderless horse, among other things. THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA finds the Buddha in his many forms. In a fire or a hillside, in a street sign or in the sky: linking all things in the cycle of dependent origination.

I’ll be sending copies of THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA to new and existing paid subscribers of SLOWLY, SLOWLY (link in bio). Or, if you want nuthin’ to do with subscriptions, you can Venmo $15 to @Jessica-Angima and DM me your address. Either way, thank you for supporting my groovy lifestyle. ✌🏾

xo,
Jessica

Life is brutal, eh? And yet, out of all the suffering, this: When the sun comes out, it comes out for everybody. The whole wide world through a dirty window. The Swiss Alps and cerulean. Let the devastation baptize you anew. 🤲🏾

Aside from these words, another offering:

THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA
A hand-bound ‘lil art book of photos captured in various moments during various meditation retreats over various years.

4 x 5.5 in.
Printed in blue and orange at @risolab
New York. Spring 2025
Edition of 100+ 🫨

This book was inspired by Larry Yang’s lecture, “Multicultural History of Dharma, Mindfulness, Race and Diversity”. During this lecture, I learned that for the first 100+ years following the Buddha’s death, he was not depicted in human form. Instead, his first representations were symbolic: a footprint or a lotus flower, the dharma wheel or a stupa, a riderless horse, among other things. THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA finds the Buddha in his many forms. In a fire or a hillside, in a street sign or in the sky: linking all things in the cycle of dependent origination.

I’ll be sending copies of THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA to new and existing paid subscribers of SLOWLY, SLOWLY (link in bio). Or, if you want nuthin’ to do with subscriptions, you can Venmo $15 to @Jessica-Angima and DM me your address. Either way, thank you for supporting my groovy lifestyle. ✌🏾

xo,
Jessica

Life is brutal, eh? And yet, out of all the suffering, this: When the sun comes out, it comes out for everybody. The whole wide world through a dirty window. The Swiss Alps and cerulean. Let the devastation baptize you anew. 🤲🏾

Aside from these words, another offering:

THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA
A hand-bound ‘lil art book of photos captured in various moments during various meditation retreats over various years.

4 x 5.5 in.
Printed in blue and orange at @risolab
New York. Spring 2025
Edition of 100+ 🫨

This book was inspired by Larry Yang’s lecture, “Multicultural History of Dharma, Mindfulness, Race and Diversity”. During this lecture, I learned that for the first 100+ years following the Buddha’s death, he was not depicted in human form. Instead, his first representations were symbolic: a footprint or a lotus flower, the dharma wheel or a stupa, a riderless horse, among other things. THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA finds the Buddha in his many forms. In a fire or a hillside, in a street sign or in the sky: linking all things in the cycle of dependent origination.

I’ll be sending copies of THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA to new and existing paid subscribers of SLOWLY, SLOWLY (link in bio). Or, if you want nuthin’ to do with subscriptions, you can Venmo $15 to @Jessica-Angima and DM me your address. Either way, thank you for supporting my groovy lifestyle. ✌🏾

xo,
Jessica

Life is brutal, eh? And yet, out of all the suffering, this: When the sun comes out, it comes out for everybody. The whole wide world through a dirty window. The Swiss Alps and cerulean. Let the devastation baptize you anew. 🤲🏾

Aside from these words, another offering:

THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA
A hand-bound ‘lil art book of photos captured in various moments during various meditation retreats over various years.

4 x 5.5 in.
Printed in blue and orange at @risolab
New York. Spring 2025
Edition of 100+ 🫨

This book was inspired by Larry Yang’s lecture, “Multicultural History of Dharma, Mindfulness, Race and Diversity”. During this lecture, I learned that for the first 100+ years following the Buddha’s death, he was not depicted in human form. Instead, his first representations were symbolic: a footprint or a lotus flower, the dharma wheel or a stupa, a riderless horse, among other things. THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA finds the Buddha in his many forms. In a fire or a hillside, in a street sign or in the sky: linking all things in the cycle of dependent origination.

I’ll be sending copies of THE MANY FACES OF THE BUDDHA to new and existing paid subscribers of SLOWLY, SLOWLY (link in bio). Or, if you want nuthin’ to do with subscriptions, you can Venmo $15 to @Jessica-Angima and DM me your address. Either way, thank you for supporting my groovy lifestyle. ✌🏾

xo,
Jessica

Years and Years: 📚

Years and Years: 📚

Years and Years: 📚

Years and Years: 📚

Years and Years: 📚

Years and Years: 📚

Years and Years: 📚

Years and Years: 📚

Years and Years: 📚

Years and Years: 📚

Years and Years: 📚

Years and Years: 📚

Years and Years: 📚

Years and Years: 📚

I wrote a short essay about my favorite niche Brooklyn micro-chain, Mr. Fruit 🥭for @urbanomnibus new series on @romanticurbanism / guest edited by Daphne Lundi and Louise Yeung. It’s about walking the same paths again and again, practicing intimacy, and networks of care. ❣️

“New York City has around 13,000 bodegas. These neighborhood institutions — part grocery store, part sandwich shop, part coffee shop — are key nodes in the city’s network of social infrastructure. They are places where New Yorkers engage in what Samuel Delany calls contact: the fleeting moments of connection with strangers that may not seem like much but can become the building blocks of community support systems during a crisis. Frequenting bodegas during some of our rawest and more vulnerable moments, we practice public intimacy. When we buy frozen dinners because we are too exhausted to cook for ourselves, when we are sick and drag ourselves out of bed to buy tissues and cold medicine, when we are on our periods, when we need hangover cures, when we need condoms, and when we indulge in late night guilty pleasure snacks. For Jessica Angima, like so many residents of North and Central Brooklyn, the grocers known as Mr. Fruit are cornerstones of care for self and community.” – DL & LY

Thank you to Daphne and Louise for the invitation to contribute to this series! Link in bio to read. AND - join me and other contributors to the series on Wednesday, February 19 from 6 - 8 pm at @archleague We’ll be reading from our essays + more. ☺️

I wrote a short essay about my favorite niche Brooklyn micro-chain, Mr. Fruit 🥭for @urbanomnibus new series on @romanticurbanism / guest edited by Daphne Lundi and Louise Yeung. It’s about walking the same paths again and again, practicing intimacy, and networks of care. ❣️

“New York City has around 13,000 bodegas. These neighborhood institutions — part grocery store, part sandwich shop, part coffee shop — are key nodes in the city’s network of social infrastructure. They are places where New Yorkers engage in what Samuel Delany calls contact: the fleeting moments of connection with strangers that may not seem like much but can become the building blocks of community support systems during a crisis. Frequenting bodegas during some of our rawest and more vulnerable moments, we practice public intimacy. When we buy frozen dinners because we are too exhausted to cook for ourselves, when we are sick and drag ourselves out of bed to buy tissues and cold medicine, when we are on our periods, when we need hangover cures, when we need condoms, and when we indulge in late night guilty pleasure snacks. For Jessica Angima, like so many residents of North and Central Brooklyn, the grocers known as Mr. Fruit are cornerstones of care for self and community.” – DL & LY

Thank you to Daphne and Louise for the invitation to contribute to this series! Link in bio to read. AND - join me and other contributors to the series on Wednesday, February 19 from 6 - 8 pm at @archleague We’ll be reading from our essays + more. ☺️

I wrote a short essay about my favorite niche Brooklyn micro-chain, Mr. Fruit 🥭for @urbanomnibus new series on @romanticurbanism / guest edited by Daphne Lundi and Louise Yeung. It’s about walking the same paths again and again, practicing intimacy, and networks of care. ❣️

“New York City has around 13,000 bodegas. These neighborhood institutions — part grocery store, part sandwich shop, part coffee shop — are key nodes in the city’s network of social infrastructure. They are places where New Yorkers engage in what Samuel Delany calls contact: the fleeting moments of connection with strangers that may not seem like much but can become the building blocks of community support systems during a crisis. Frequenting bodegas during some of our rawest and more vulnerable moments, we practice public intimacy. When we buy frozen dinners because we are too exhausted to cook for ourselves, when we are sick and drag ourselves out of bed to buy tissues and cold medicine, when we are on our periods, when we need hangover cures, when we need condoms, and when we indulge in late night guilty pleasure snacks. For Jessica Angima, like so many residents of North and Central Brooklyn, the grocers known as Mr. Fruit are cornerstones of care for self and community.” – DL & LY

Thank you to Daphne and Louise for the invitation to contribute to this series! Link in bio to read. AND - join me and other contributors to the series on Wednesday, February 19 from 6 - 8 pm at @archleague We’ll be reading from our essays + more. ☺️

Yesterday, I got a hand-crafted flower essence (!!!) from @gaby.azorsky and it prompted me to relisten to our conversation in March from Season 1 of @spiral.deeper 🌀.

In this conversation we spoke about:
The need and physicality of chanting! Discipline and devotion. Being with the things that come up when you sit in silence with yourself, resisting immediacy, having a contentious relationship with loving kindness, Zen Death poems, Hattie Carthan, how our neighborhoods are getting hotter, and more.

I stand behind all I said but also it’s funny to listen to this because I have moved through so much since this time!

Gaby talks about wanting to move to Ojai in this and she just moved there as of very recently!

So much life. Thank you for the invite Gaby. 😌

Link in bio. 👂

Yesterday, I got a hand-crafted flower essence (!!!) from @gaby.azorsky and it prompted me to relisten to our conversation in March from Season 1 of @spiral.deeper 🌀.

In this conversation we spoke about:
The need and physicality of chanting! Discipline and devotion. Being with the things that come up when you sit in silence with yourself, resisting immediacy, having a contentious relationship with loving kindness, Zen Death poems, Hattie Carthan, how our neighborhoods are getting hotter, and more.

I stand behind all I said but also it’s funny to listen to this because I have moved through so much since this time!

Gaby talks about wanting to move to Ojai in this and she just moved there as of very recently!

So much life. Thank you for the invite Gaby. 😌

Link in bio. 👂

Yesterday, I got a hand-crafted flower essence (!!!) from @gaby.azorsky and it prompted me to relisten to our conversation in March from Season 1 of @spiral.deeper 🌀.

In this conversation we spoke about:
The need and physicality of chanting! Discipline and devotion. Being with the things that come up when you sit in silence with yourself, resisting immediacy, having a contentious relationship with loving kindness, Zen Death poems, Hattie Carthan, how our neighborhoods are getting hotter, and more.

I stand behind all I said but also it’s funny to listen to this because I have moved through so much since this time!

Gaby talks about wanting to move to Ojai in this and she just moved there as of very recently!

So much life. Thank you for the invite Gaby. 😌

Link in bio. 👂

Yesterday, I got a hand-crafted flower essence (!!!) from @gaby.azorsky and it prompted me to relisten to our conversation in March from Season 1 of @spiral.deeper 🌀.

In this conversation we spoke about:
The need and physicality of chanting! Discipline and devotion. Being with the things that come up when you sit in silence with yourself, resisting immediacy, having a contentious relationship with loving kindness, Zen Death poems, Hattie Carthan, how our neighborhoods are getting hotter, and more.

I stand behind all I said but also it’s funny to listen to this because I have moved through so much since this time!

Gaby talks about wanting to move to Ojai in this and she just moved there as of very recently!

So much life. Thank you for the invite Gaby. 😌

Link in bio. 👂

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

More than most things, death will ask you to pay close attention, usually, maybe exclusively, when you are not ready.

Yesterday was Audrey’s last day Earthside.

My sweet, derpy, loafy, weirdo-freak, love bomb of a cat and I spent 14 years as human-animal companions. I’m really humbled bc she is my first pet and I’ve never lived through the experience of assisting a non-human being across the finish line of living. I had no idea how singularly intense this experience would be. Like, ALL my rationality flew out the window the moment I learned she was sick. That was less than three weeks ago, two days after the election, nine days before moving homes, and 59 days after my Aunty Fenny’s passage, another death that occurred after a quick diagnosis, only about two months. I feel incredibly sad and, again, incredibly humbled, by death, by the fragility of living, by the depth of love.

In this time of big / communal / global / suffering, I’m praying you have people to lean on for support. My gratitude this year is for the incredible family, friendship, and community holding me in this season of life.

This first photo is of Audrey and I way back in Austin, circa 2011, in the apartment I shared with Rachel and Wendy. She had climbed on top of the fridge and had been staring at something for so long, I got up there to investigate what had caught her attention. This is the moment I realized she was staring at her own reflection in the stainless steel background of the light and burst out laughing.

The last is the babiest photo I have of Audrey as a kitten. In between are moments from the last four years, as far back as I have pictures on this phone (how to access iCloud ???). Anyway, may I suggest you go through your pictures and realize how many cute videos + photos you have of you and your pet together?

Okay,
Jessica

Carrie Bradshaw but with more existential dread. 🌸

Carrie Bradshaw but with more existential dread. 🌸