Here's Trump judicial nominee Justin Olson today, admitting than in 2015, he gave a sermon in which he said that “marriage was not intended for all people,” including “our handicapped friends or our persons with physical disabilities that might prevent the robust marriage that we’re called to.”

Ten years ago today we were married at Paynes Prairie! Wild horses joined us on the trail. Happy anniversary, my love.

Here's the "Queering the Narrative" ReadOUT schedule! This is our chance to gather together in person. In Florida. Within a month after the inauguration. I get to be on the "Celebrate the power of queer storytelling as a force for change!" panel.

Disabled writers talking all things writing/publishing in a magazine with a disabled editor-in-chief! I'm thinking this is not a coincidence. @sonyahuber.bsky.social, @keahbrown.bsky.social, Jessie Male, and M Leona Godin are in brilliant conversation. @jamestatehill.bsky.social is the new editor.

Unions, because it’s VERY unlikely three ghosts will appear and scare your boss into doing the right thing.

End-of-year publishing stats and reflections.

Nikki Giovanni has died. Remembering her political clarity, radical curiosity, and humor will be useful strategies of resistance.

Writing Prep: Scrubbed the grease layers on my thirty+ year old electric stovetop and replaced the drip pans and heating elements. It's now inspiringly shiny! #writing

My South Arts Literary Arts Grant is submitted! Even this fairly straightforward (I probably filled it in all wrong.) process nearly broke my writer brain. Big respect to all the grant writers. There are a couple more days until the deadline. www.southarts.org/grants-oppor...

On being bitter and petty post-election—my latest Substack newsletter. sandragaillambert.substack.com

An afternoon stroll after a morning of pretending to write.

The temperature is "plummeting" tomorrow here in Florida. So I switched out my summer earrings for the winter ones. Yes, earrings are a source of power ever since, at twelve, I risked a spanking to get my ears pierced. My body, my body.

My wife makes me coffee every morning. AND brings it to me in bed.

ND Stevenson's latest Substack, "Travel Light," was this week's bolster. (@gingerhaze.bsky.social)

I wrote "How Heeding Disabled People Can Help Everyone Survive Crises" and for a second there it really looked like policymakers and government folks understood what i was poiting at. Guess not tho. slate.com/technology/2...

This was a week of woodland strolls and garden visits with other writers and their dogs. And a phone call with a too-long absent poet friend. We laughed so hard we leaked as is our wont. Small, sweet moments are making me sturdy and ready.

Our dog died in May and we sure aren't ready to "replace" her—as if. But our town does have a dog hospice program (the mostly permanent fostering of elderly, health-compromised dogs) that might be a good fit for us. Do any of you have experience to offer? I miss my writing companion.

Over on Substack, I'm writing about publishing an essay collection. Here's the latest post.

I have a cover!

Cossmass Infinities published a story of mine! www.cossmass.com/stories/the-...

University of Georgia Press has a pub date for My Withered Legs and Other Essays—March 1, 2024! Now we can plan the launch party.

After a yellow pad flurry of sorting the notes from my writing retreat, I have now taken the good pain pill. I'll be here in bed eating licorice wheels and watching old episodes of Grimm. Hurrah for the high of less pain.

After five days away, the look that greets me.