written by Dori Baker 🦋✨ Every October, I await the monarch butterflies’ return to Florida’s coast — delicate wings following the ancient sky-paths of their ancestors.  This year, their arrival feels heavy to me, and holy. As they drift and dance, casting reflections on the sand, I notice my grief. I am part of nature, grieving, grieving. In addition to grieving Mother Earth, I’ve been accompanying two close girlfriends as they navigate end-of-life decisions for their mothers. My own mom,...

Photo taken by Anna Del Castillo Created by Anna Del Castillo Acknowledgments : All the Black women and genderqueer people who teach me...

written by Alyssa Wilson, Communications Consultant As the seasons transition from summer into the cooler autumn months, I have been...