My latest story is about a global pandemic and what a mass-death event reveals about power. Cause it’s good therapy for a death doula to imagine reorganizing a world where its survivors reckon with what they’d been calling normal.
The Medicine tells its story through archival fragments, congressional transcripts, and a future archivist cataloguing artifacts nobody wants to look at directly.
For thousands of years, we’ve erased matriarchal societies and their lessons. We’ve rewarded and prioritized war-making and violence from afar. What would it take to reverse that trajectory? Not all apocalypse stories are sad. I’m considering a utopian future for the world. And what it might take to get there.
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