But where to begin?

On fear and this new adventure of befriending it that we are about to begin together

I went to the beach last week — to my white, colonizing ancestors' house that is co-owned by more cousins than I’ve ever even met. The house sits on a peninsula and at high tide, as the wind blows and the boats slow through the narrows of Pleasant Bay, water surrounds you. It’s inordinately magical, especially when the green heads respect the deet I so …