do you know how happy these make me
So I’ve been on-and-off Tumblr a lot recently, but for the last two weeks it’s been because of a family emergency. Rosa, my little sister (well, okay, she’s 23, but she’s little to me), had a serious fall while she was rock climbing with a friend in Moab. She fractured some ribs, got a concussion, and injured her spine really badly — she’s paralyzed from the waist down. I’ve been out in Colorado, first with Rosa at the hospital in Grand Junction to which she got coptered from Moab, and then to get her settled in for longer-term rehab in Denver.
My family and Rosa’s friends are running a fundraising campaign to pay for Rosa’s medical expenses (two months of inpatient spinal rehab alone is looking like it’ll cost us at least $40,000, and that’s even with insurance paying for 80% of the first month. Just the ambulance transport from Grand Junction to Denver cost $4,000); for my mom, my stepdad and me to take turns visiting Rosa at Craig Hospital in Denver this summer as all of us live 2,000 miles away on the East Coast; and to give Rosa some support post-rehab — accessible housing, continued occupational and physical therapy, the whole shebang.
Rosa is one of the most active, athletic, stubborn, badass people I know. She hikes, races, mountain bikes, skis, snowboards, rock climbs, and works as a guide for several different wilderness programs. Sometimes she does all of this at 10,000 feet above sea level. She’s got a ridiculous puppy named Hank that she’s training as a therapy dog. She’s in school for nursing. All of that stuff is what motivates Rosa and gives her joy, and all of it is still completely possible for her (she’s already got her eye on the Paralympics, not kidding), but she’ll need a lot of support to get there.
My family just started a fundraising website here. Any amount you could donate would be a huge help, and if you can’t donate money — believe you me, I understand being broke as a joke — I’d be so grateful if you’d give this post a reblog. Rosa and her girlfriend are reaching out to their network of people who also dig living at high altitudes; my stepdad’s got his academic peeps; my mom’s got her fellow social workers and therapists. I have you guys. <3
Thank you so much,
Big Cats have Big Kittens.
Felis Catus says, “HEY! DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME!”
“My mother fought cancer for almost a decade and died at 56. She held out long enough to meet the first of her grandchildren and to hold them in her arms. But my other children will never have the chance to know her and experience how loving and gracious she was. I decided to be proactive and to minimize the risk as much I could. I made a decision to have a preventive double mastectomy.
Life comes with many challenges. The ones that should not scare us are the ones we can take on and take control of” - My Medical Choice by Angelina Jolie, New York Times (14 May, 2013)
Happy Mother’s Day from the Tangle Lakes Campground along the Denali Highway, Alaska. http://www.blm.gov/ak/st/en/prog/nlcs/delta_nwsr/lowertangle.html
my dad is 80, and sadly not as sharp as he once was, so last week when I was talking to him about the West explosion and he said, “there was a big fertilizer explosion once before,” I wondered if he was confused about something.
“really?” I said. “I never heard about that, where was it.”
he said, “yes you do, you know, Oklahoma.” then I was really sure he was confused.
“do you mean Oklahoma City? that was a bomb,” I said. then, catching on, ”oh, but he used… yeah.”
Dad said, “it was fertilizer. it was the same stuff.” he paused a second and then said, “if they knew the stuff was that explosive, they knew what it could do, and they weren’t looking after it. not the way they should’ve been. then what’s the difference?”
and I realized that my dad was not confused, not at all.
As we carry indescribable grief, we also feel incredible gratitude. To each one of you–from our hometown to many distant lands–we extend our thanks for the words of encouragement, for your thoughts, for your hands, for your prayers, and for the love you have so generously shared.
Your compassionate spirit is felt by Sunil and by all of us.
As these days have shown us, the media is a powerful tool to be used carefully. We hope you continue to exercise caution and treat human lives with delicacy.
This last month has changed our lives forever, and we hope it will change yours too. Take care of one another. Be gentle, be compassionate. Be open to letting someone in when it is you who is faltering. Lend your hand. We need it. The world needs it."
The body of a young man who was implicated by social media in the Boston bombings (did they suspect him because his name sounded “foreign”?)—but was never a suspect—has been found. The above is the statement by his parents.
More hugs to Dick, please.
preboot headcanon: Whenever Bruce comes back to Gotham after a Batman, Inc trip Dick sort of hangs around the cave (or bunker, or wherever) for a while until all the other Batkids and even Alfred have left so he can get his “Dad’s not dead!” hugs in private.
No, he never does entirely get over it. (In no small part because unlike Tim he actually thought Bruce was in fact dead.)
Bonobos, Democratic Republic of the Congo
Photo: Christian Ziegler
This is the most useful thing I’ve ever reblogged.
I just went through and figured out how a bunch of my relatives are actually related to me.
By Mike Brodie
Archetypes | CODEPENDENT ARISTOCRATIC SIBLINGSTheir bodies scream when they are parted. They are caught in a gilded cage of obsession and longing, wandering around their mansion dressed to the nines or barely at all. They sit too close and curl around each other like cats, speaking their own language and watching you with the arrogance of those who know they are beloved. They are playful in the mad, careless ways that lead to rumours and revolutions. They meddle in each other’s love lives like jealous lovers and throw the kinds of parties of which Caligula would be proud. Their eyes, when they think you aren’t looking, overflow with dark secrets and darker acts and the darkest lie: that rules apply to everyone, to anyone else, but not to them. They conspire at cruel, intoxicating games of power that only they know how to play, and the all the while you can’t help watching, waiting, wanting, though you know they could never truly let you in. They have been raised like little gods, believing that nobody else on earth could possibly compare. Is it any wonder then, that they have eyes only for each other?
bobby fucking hill
this is why the monks thought he was a reincarnation of a buddha
Jada Pinkett-Smith is aware of the critics that frown up their noses at the way she raises her daughter, Willow. Willow cuts, dyes and styles her hair as she pleases, a fact that bothers many who feel girls shouldn’t have that much control over their appearance at such a young age.
Jada decided to address the criticism in a Facebook post:
“A letter to a friend…This subject is old but I have never answered it in its entirety. And even with this post it will remain incomplete. The question why I would LET Willow cut her hair. First the LET must be challenged. This is a world where women, girls are constantly reminded that they don’t belong to themselves; that their bodies are not their own, nor their power or self determination. I made a promise to endow my little girl with the power to always know that her body, spirit and her mind are HER domain. Willow cut her hair because her beauty, her value, her worth is not measured by the length of her hair. It’s also a statement that claims that even little girls have the RIGHT to own themselves and should not be a slave to even their mother’s deepest insecurities, hopes and desires. Even little girls should not be a slave to the preconceived ideas of what a culture believes a little girl should be.”