Oct 062016



Last night I talked with a friend in Florida who was sitting in anticipation of Hurricane Matthew. I sent her this recording of me singing Raina Rose’s song she wrote shortly after Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans in 2005. I am so pleased with the tenor and feeling of this recording with upright bass, cello and trumpet, I want to share it with the world! I made it in Madison with some musician friends in 2012. Xander Gieryn is on trumpet and I believe it is Kenny Jones on bass and Steve Pingry on cello.

‘Hurricane Waltz’ has multiple meanings for me as I was riding my bike down the west coast on a bike/music tour in 2005 when I met Raina for the first time. Not only did my journey “follow the mountain, down by the river to the tip of Orion’s sword” but I lost soft, vulnerable and innocent parts of myself to a fling that hurt more than I could know or understand at the time — somewhere in Oregon or maybe California.

I hope you like this song and recording and that it will remind you of how precious and fragile life is on earth today as we go hurtling into a future of extreme weather changes that put all of us at risk.

Lyrics to ‘Hurricane Waltz’

Release me

I’ll steer this ship into the rising sun.

You don’t have to please me

but if you lose me

you’ll be the lonely one.

Cuz life is a wilderness

Where is the wind willing me now?

Am I prose or poetry?

Or some pensive final vow?

So go ahead and cry for the lost things you’re missing

Cry for the things you haven’t realized are gone

You can search all you want but you ain’t gonna find them

Think you left them back in Oregon

Or maybe California

But they’re gone and they ain’t comin’ back no they ain’t comin’ back

Did you lose track of the train tracks?

Did you lose sight of the drinking gourd?

Did you follow the mountain, down by the river to the tip of Orion’s Sword?

‘Cuz life is a wilderness

with only the stars to guide you home

and I made it here solo

and I’ll find my way alone

So go ahead and cry for the lost things you’re missing

Cry for the things you haven’t realized are gone

You can search all you want but you ain’t gonna find them

Think you left them back in Oregon

or maybe California

but they’re gone and they ain’t comin’ back no they ain’t comin’ back

So let’s dance through the storm

while the whole wide world

winces in pain

and the war’s just outside our door

and so is the tsunami, the earthquake and the hurricane, the hurricane

‘Cuz life is a wilderness

There’s no tellin’ what’s happenin’ now

All we got is our love, babe, we gotta make it on love somehow

Nov 042015

If you like this radio documentary that captures the sounds of MichFest and interviews with womyn on the Land from the Last Fest, please consider letting the programming committee know at WORT 89.9 FM. You can write to them at pc@wortfm.org. Encourage them to air a weekly or monthly program that would strictly focus on the interests of girls and women and please cc me or Bcc me at thistle@riseup.net so I can keep track of the letters. Thanks and enjoy the documentary!

Also, check out Voices from the Land, another creative project to preserve MichFest culture.

Aug 172015


What an A-mazing week, to say the least. The welcoming atmosphere, the process of my deepest social fears coming to light in the days leading up to Fest, and me feeling weak, run-down and worried.

It was a pilgrimage, and like any experience of magic, if you stir the cauldron, even just a bit, and you dust off your altar and leave your cat in good care, then you might just find a broom to fly on at Fest and have a good time.

That’s what happened to me. Going into Fest, my traveling companion tells me stories of recent suicide attempts when she notices I am crying emotionally about my failure to be truly loving towards myself and women in a few personal circumstances I don’t want to go into here. So we were both in our full-on emotional pain of living in the p on this planet. That’s how I went to Michigan this year, casting a spell by the full moon that cleansed my spirit before going in.

Once inside, I immediately went to the over 50’s camping area because that is where my camping companion of last year took me so I knew I would feel comfortable there and not socially afraid or anxious. Turns out I did feel afraid, depressed and socially anxious there on the first and second nights and I talked with my older neighbors who had been coming to the Land for over 30 years and they were very kind and welcoming with me. I got an interview for my radio program on MichFest, with the founding editor of We’Moon, Musawa, a lovely woman with silver hair. There she was, just chillin’ with her friends from all over the globe who had been going for 30 years together.

I got up the social courage to go visit the RadFem Rhapsody space after I went to the very first Radical Feminist workshop listed in the program, so that must have been on Tuesday morning, and it was like a repeat of last year’s Fest, where we all just met under this giant oak tree in the ferns and then we all went to lunch afterwards, so happy to see each other. Whew. I was indeed Home.

But I continued to have social anxiety and fears, not of being attacked by men, but of me making a stupid faux pas and womyn looking down on me or ignoring me. Or of being judged harshly and not truly known. These were my fears. I had a zombie dream about it on the full moon, right before getting in the car to go. In it, Ani DiFranco introduces my music from a brightly lit stage, in video form, and right when she clicks “play”, everything goes awry and it sounds horrible and I am so embarrassed. And then the zombies come and they are violent and brutal with me. I don’t even know how I escape them, but I do, and I am out in this big hotel where our gathering was being held and I stumble into some good conversations with womyn, but then they turn into zombies and more zombies come so yeah. I had a social anxiety dream before MichFest 2015.

On the Land, with 6,000 or so other womyn, a lot can happen and a lot of anti-zombie magic takes flight through the woods via womyn’s rituals, drum beats, songs and dance. I could feel my patriarchal shell shedding like one of the cicadas on the Land and I could feel the Land was there to be with us and help us to heal. I have attached a picture of me on the Land, with other womyn on the last day. The camera was Samantha Snow’s, a wonderful womon companion on long walks and just being so open and happy in the woods together, safe. I can visibly see how my shoulders are relaxed and face is more softened than usual due to the woo, or the glow of the womyn on the Land.

We are like one giant organism together, or an ant hill, all working together with our common tools and sense, healing when we don’t even realize we are, just because we are in that womyn’s glow, the tears we cry polishing our faces shining outside in the sun and in the shade of tall trees.

So by Wednesday evening, I was feelin’ fine, faith in wombanity renewed, trusting the village, knowing I could go anywhere and be emotionally and physically safe, cared for and in most cases, welcomed. I say in most cases, because there are areas of MichFest and workshops where I have not felt safe through the years. For example, when Mimi Gonzalez, in 2013, got up on acoustic stage as an MC for the evening and she told a tale of going with a man to a strip club and him buying her a lap dance by one of the exotic ladies there. I kid you not. That shit was said to a crowd of lesbians, probably at least 800 people, and nobody around me protested or even showed discomfort, but on the other side of the bowl, where a couple of my RadFem friends were standing, they began disrupting and saying things like “Making women into sex objects is not cool. Talking about women giving lap dances after a man has paid for it is not okay” and stuff like that. And instead of womyn around them joining in, Mimi yells from stage, “Oh yeah, those radical feminists, they have no sense of humor” and just continues on with her story and Fest Security comes over to my two friends and encourages them to calm down and feel the love vibe sisters and not be so loud and well, I guess they left or got kicked out, but the point is, the women back then in 2013, before there was a larger presence of young RadFems, just placidly took that shit from Mimi from what I could see.

So, contrary to what you might think about MichFest, it is a safe(r) place than MensLand but sometimes internalized misogyny can play out in ways that make you feel alienated and you are left hurting and wanting, even at MichFest.

But MichFest is Large and Her Arms Hold Us All. My favorite re-entry quote from Kifu Faruq is this: “Sisters, I’m thinking of you, missing the place where patriarchy doesn’t exist, and the only misogyny is internalized….and there are workshops for that.”

Thankfully, by Wednesday night, I had found my niche at the RadFem Rhapsody tent and hanging out with Charlotte, long-time lesbian feminist friend of mine from Ann Arbor.

Thursday morning, I was on the panel for a discussion about choosing lesbianism and over 50 womyn showed up. The facilitators had to cut off lively discussion because we were so eager to talk about it but didn’t have enough time at the workshop site. So discussion continued over lunch and it was so great to be surrounded by women who love women.

That night, I had a date. When she asked me how my day was and I told her I had been a panelist at the Choosing Lesbianism workshop, suddenly, all went cold between us. I later learned that she was into capitalism, believed our species would be colonizing another planet at some point and thinks that taking direct action against strip clubs is “vandalism” so…we didn’t really have enough in common, but I feel like if I hadn’t told her I was new to lesbianism and that I had not OH-ficially “had sex” with a woman (well — there was that one time when it was my boyfriend’s fantasy but…I don’t really count that) we might have hooked up. This may be the most offensive paragraph to some reading this in the whole essay and to you I say, I need to be able to tell my strange story to the world just as much as the next gal — and does it matter so much how we get here? If I change my language to say that I am “coming out”, would that make a difference? Yes. There is homophobia and hetero-normative culture. And yes, there is misogyny and it impacted my ability to be who I really am from a very young age, as most feminist women report.

MichFest 2015 embraced me and held me as a womon who owns and loves herSelf and her friends who are also womyn, like me. I love you, my sisters! Let’s tear it up out there in Mensland! Let’s build Matriarchy right in the middle of it all and never submit to male rule!


“You’re not my sister, Mister! Back Off!” While playing ‘Michigan’ aka ‘Gender Hurts’ Saturday evening at RadFem Rhapsody.


Elizabeth Carola, Thistle Pettersen, Chante Holsey and Samantha Snow on the last day. I was so at home. Thank you, Amazons.

Nov 112014

“For feminists who recognise gender is a hierarchy, playing with it cannot form part of a future that is friendly to women’s interests, because women’s freedom requires the abolition of gender.”

-Sheila Jeffreys, from her book Gender Hurts: A Feminist Analysis of the Politics of Transgenderism.


I did a radio zine on the Access Hour on WORT, 89.9 FM in Madison on November 3rd, to bring forward the silenced voices of women speaking out against gender oppression. Just like slavery is not something light-hearted and fun that we can “try on”, “explore” and “enjoy”, so is gender not playful and fun, but rather a brutal system of social power that subordinates women to men.

In case you have not heard the radio show with myself, as host, and Jeffreys, Hungerford and Jane Doe as guests discussing feminism and transgenderism, please follow this link to listen:  Radio Show

It is a long story, but one I wish to tell here in ThistleSpace, in hopes of encouraging us all to further along discussions of gender oppression and what we can do to fight it.

In September of 2012, I was labeled “transphobic” by the Twin Cities Anarchist Book Fair organizers when I submitted a proposal to do a workshop on Anarcha-feminism. At that time, I was a long-time community activist and organizer with the Madison Infoshop Collective, an anarcho community resource space in my hometown.

After being labeled “transphobic” and denied entry into the book fair as a presenter for a workshop on Anarcha-Feminism, a male anarchist friend of mine (we are no longer friends) offered to post on my behalf to the Anarchist Book Fair event page. I said “sure” and what happened next was a really really long thread with threats of violence towards me and the appointed spokesperson for the Twin Cities Anarchist Book Fair organizing committee condoning those threats of violence, publicly. You can read about it in the link below to the zine Musings on Manarchy in the Midwest that was written leading up to and shortly after this experience. My thinking and terminology has changed quite a bit since then, but the story of what happened is the main reason I think you should read it. Also, because it is the zine Musings on Manarchy in the Midwest  that Sheila Jeffreys took an interest in. I sent it to her for proof-reading, to see if I had good, solid theory in what I was writing and she told me that it did not need to be edited and proofed by her, that its value lies in it being a testimony to my experience as a female activist/organizer in male-dominated “progressive”, “radical” and “anarchist” circles.

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So I published it — and by “publish” I mean I made print copies and distributed them among friends and activists in the Midwest in addition to sending it electronically to various inboxes and places on the internet.

It got wide enough distribution that it landed into the hands of a detransitioning woman who then contacted me and we got together for coffee since she was nearby geographically, and that got the ball rolling for me to attend the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival in 2014 to bear witness to an historic gathering of detransitioning women that took place on the Land. I went to the detransitioning workshop focused on listening to their personal testimonies of how transgenderism has hurt them and was deeply moved. As an organizer/activist, not only was I moved on a personal level, I felt the healing circles/sisterhood and Consciousness Raising they are creating for themselves and each other, are tremendously important to political women’s liberation movement as a whole.

I invited Jane Doe to be on the show after meeting and talking with her at MichFest 2014. I sent her an email on October 6th, 2014, asking her if she would like to be a guest on the WORT Access Hour with Sheila Jeffreys and she accepted my invitation.

Before that, I had sent an email to Sheila Jeffreys on June 28th, 2014, asking her if I could interview her for an hour-long program on my community radio station in Madison and she accepted. I had secured the date, November 3rd, with the Access Hour manager at the station, prior to extending the invitation.

Since the date was so far off into the future at that point, I decided I would keep it under wraps and would reach out to feminists I know and trust online  and in my community in Madison, to develop questions to ask her. I did that and by mid-October, 2014, I had a set of questions I was running by both Jane and Sheila leading up to the show for their input and approval.

Both of them immediately approved of the line of questioning, and it wasn’t until a few days before the show that they requested some changes, that I happily made. My goal was to make them as comfortable as possible about speaking out and using their own voices to do so. Jane wanted the line of her questions to be more open-ended and Sheila wanted to be sure there would be room somewhere in the interview to talk about how many men who transgender are aroused sexually by self-harm and fantasizing that they are female, to the point of their “gender” being a sexual fetish.


When I went to the station, one week before the show to record the radio promo ad, the News Director, Molly Stentz, put me in the hot seat and questioned me for over 45 minutes before giving me the green light to do the show. This was before Elizabeth Hungerford had been invited to the program, so there was no mention of her in the radio promo ad.

In realizing how controversial the program was turning out to be at the station and in the community, we decided it would be best to NOT allow the phone lines to open up for questions coming from the public to be aired directly on the Access Hour. Here is what I posted on October 28th on the private FB event I created for the show:

“I went to the station last night to record the promo ad that will air all this week. The news director disagrees with my feminist analysis of gender, but she said she has to allow for equal access to the access hour. She conceded that even nazis could sign-up for a show if they wanted, to which I replied “well ‘transphobic’ is the new ‘feminazi’ so there ya go.” She recommended that I go to the station in a car with a buddy the night of the show, instead of riding my bike there alone in the dark. She said the station has been flooded with angry calls and emails for the last two weeks and she is concerned for my safety. I called up my male ally friend who is black and into black power organizing and prison abolition. We share a similar way of looking at social systems of power and agree that women are oppressed by men and male supremacy and that blacks are oppressed by whites and white supremacy. In my regular conversations with him, we note the similarities and differences between white supremacy and male supremacy and try to understand how racism and sexism operate to keep people subordinated to white male authority and rule. This male ally/friend will accompany me to the station and back. We are going out for a beer after the show. The show will not have an open phone line so I apologize to those of you who had wanted to call in and be on the air. You can still call during the program though, to talk to the receptionists. They are putting an extra receptionist in the lobby the night of the show to field all the anticipated calls. They will be keeping careful track of those caller comments so it would be GREAT if you do still call and just let them know how much you are enjoying the program and how glad you are that WORT would allow Jeffreys and other women air their points of view. The number for the station is 608 256 2001 or toll free at 866 899 9678.”

I noticed that Elizabeth Hungerford had shown interest in calling-in to the show to comment, I assumed, in her capacity as a lesbian feminist lawyer who co-penned with Cathy Brennan, the infamous “Letter to the UN on the Status of Women” in 2011. I was interested in adding more legitimacy to the program by adding her as a guest. I asked Jane and Sheila first, if it would be okay with them to add Hungerford and they both said it would be fine. I spoke with Hungerford on the phone before the airing of the show because I knew she had some philosophical disagreements with Jeffreys and I did not want those disagreements to be brought up in the hour-long program. She agreed to answer my questions just about the letter to the UN and how gender identity laws are playing out to harm girls and women. I told her I was especially interested in her talking about their application to male incarcerated sex offenders who transgender and wish to be housed with women prisoners. She kept her word and stuck only to those questions. Our philosophical differences came out later on, on my FB wall where she promoted her “Discussing Gender Critical & Gender Identity” FB page where “preferred pronouns are used and differing viewpoints are encouraged.”

In my opinion, the use of “preferred gender pronouns” closes down discussion, rather than opening it up, but the radio show was over and it was time for some of our differences to come out — which they did. Hungerford even went so far as to say that women “…can’t fuck our way to liberation from men” when a discussion of political lesbianism was started. Political Lesbianism is not a widely publicized topic, but generally speaking, when I have seen it discussed, participants usually make sure that it is not about “fucking”, but is rather about a choice women can make to love women and refuse sex to men. But I also understand that political lesbianism risks desexualizing lesbians and making lesbianism solely a political choice or a step in recovery from sexual abuse. There is a lot to discuss about how sexuality and attraction are experienced and about the ways women can awaken sexual attraction for one another, without just dismissing the discussion with a crude statement such as Hungerford’s in that moment. If women, en masse, refused sex to men and became lesbians, that most certainly would have a political impact, in my opinion, and would be a step towards our liberation from male rule.


Finally, I just want to say that it was a great experience to speak out, even though I received a personal threat of violence to my FB inbox and was accused of “hateful bigotry” and aligning myself with “hate speech” publicly.

Women who speak out will be demonized. We must not let this stop us from speaking out, but rather, allow it to encourage us to fan the flames of True Feminism that promotes the well-being of all girls and women as a group. When they begin to demonize you, you are tapping at the root of male social power and control in our society. This is a good thing. Let’s dig up the roots of male domination and re-plant a tree of life that nourishes our growth as women.




Jul 122014

I work in childcare and have the pleasure of hanging out with five, six and seven year-olds on a regular basis. Today I read a story about tigers to just one child as she sat next to me. The others were engaged in the art area or at the game table. When I got to the part about how there were 150,000 tigers on Earth a hundred years ago and that currently there are about 3,000, and how it is the fault of human beings destroying their habitat and hunting them as an exotic species — I had to stop. I couldn’t read any more of those facts aloud to this small child beside me. And I told her so. I told her it was too sad and that I was concerned about her and the future of tigers and life on Earth.


She said that she loves Nature and that even the people who don’t love Nature, actually really do. I asked her why. She shrugged her six-year-old shoulders and I said “maybe it’s because we all breathe the air and drink the water so in that way, we all love Nature, even though too many of us are unaware of this love.” She nodded in agreement and then it was on to the next book — this time a book about a group of kids who plant a vegetable garden at their school. I told her I loved that story — that it was easy to read it to her.


By then, a few more girls were around me and someone asked if I would read “Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs”, a Disney book, and I said “no” because I don’t like how it treats women.


They asked me why and I explained that all of the dwarfs are men, yet there must be women dwarfs too. Where are they? Also, that the two women in the story are purely good or purely evil and that the “good” woman is weak and naive, and so is the “bad” woman. The only two women in the story are either the object of all-male attention, or she is the wicked evil character, who hates the other woman. Not good stuff to be teachin’ our children, America. Come on! It’s time for us to wake up and stop the mass child abuse that goes on with each new generation.


Finally, because I wanted to try to teach this group of four girls who were gathered so intimately with me in the reading area, that they are not “bad” in any way, I talked about Barbie Dolls and high heels and how women’s feet are meant to be flat-on-the-ground.  “How many of you have played with barbies?” I asked. All of their hands went up. I said “Have you ever noticed how her feet don’t lay flat, that they are arched?” They nodded “yes.” And I said “Why do you think that is?” After a variety of different responses including “because she left her shoes on too long”, I explained how barbies and princesses create a female beauty standard that includes hurting our physical abilities and strengths. Not totally easy for them to understand so I said “Look at how beautiful and pretty barbie dolls and princesses are. That natural female beauty is mixed with other things, like high heels or arched feet, that are not natural. This causes her beauty to be a source of hurt and pain, unfortunately. We don’t need to feel pain in order to be beautiful! You are beautiful, just the way you are!”

I then told them that they and the women they know who wear high heels (or don’t) are awesome, even though we are all taught this beauty standard. I didn’t want them to feel bad if they have Moms who wear high heels. I left it at that. We read another story about dinosaurs and the lightness returned to the room. It was a good day.

May 062014


My Body, a Text. My Self, a Spinning Warrior. My Mind, my Time and my Patience exposed.

For the last several months, I have been foraging a new lonely path of Feminism that Fights Patriarchy Up Front and Bold in the World that Hates Us.

Another part of me, the Pretend Part(s) Learned and Taught by Patriarchal “Mothers” is that which has kept me alive so far —

At Ecstatic Dance practice Sundays at a local yoga studio, we weave our intentions in a mingling of spirits on a path towards healing and joy.

Men come and some of them sit and watch. This happened this last Sunday, a day I was particularly charged with Goddess Energy and Light.

I felt his eyes on me, as I danced non-sexually, but with a Wild Womon Spirit Our Ancestors only unleashed in the Deep Woods of Shadows and only with other females. He looked at me, like an oddity, like a foreign spirit that he wished to possess and understand. My energy was contained enough that I could observe the upbringing in me that taught me to LIKE and WELCOME men’s attention when dancing  — part of the strength I feel is b/c men are lurking there, envious and longing for the power they see — but feminist consciousness has pierced through to my heart, and men want to control and dominate it and if they can’t, then they want to kill it.

There is a man who frequents the Madison Infoshop who upon arrival to my shift that same Sunday, had placed a laptop in the center of the table with my voice singing and images of me carefully edited and strung together — blaring as I walked in and nobody was there. It was creepy. He finally came into the shop and while we were there, he read his email and discovered my letter to the Madison Infoshop list serve regarding my recent agitations with male behaviors and the discomfort I feel at being the only woman who regularly attends our “inclusive” community meetings. He asked me if I wanted to talk about it, I abruptly said “no”, and then I could feel him getting confused, frustrated and angry (with me) and deep in my bones I felt this fear of being hurt violently by this man and I had to fight to not flee — to talk myself into the fact that he has never hurt a woman and that that just wouldn’t happen in our awesome community and that everything was just fine. That it is on me. That all I need to do is draw boundaries with him. I told him I was creeped out by the video of me blaring out. I told myself that was enough to keep him from harming me. Later on, I told another male member of the infoshop, and he told me I have to tell him with a firm voice “no” and “then he will respect your boundaries.”

“If he hurts you, it will be your fault” — that’s the underlying message I am getting from the infoshop community so far — by their silence and by their advice to me. We are taught to always defend the man in question. To make excuses for him — to say how he is “socially awkward”  or “going through a hard time” so we should feel sorry for him and try to support him and “include” him somehow. What about the woman’s needs? What about her observations and fears, however imperfectly she may express them — aren’t they valid and worthy of attention too?

I hope these musings are helpful to women out there who are also terrified of male violence, but pretend it is just fine because if you say anything — you make yourself more vulnerable to their anger and their violence.

And I am a Womon with much lightness of being who just wants to dance and journey with good companions and fun times as we save, cherish and enjoy this fleshy existence on this wet, Green Earth.

Of course that is “attractive” to Men. But what I am discovering is that it is not Love — it is their mixture of jealousy, hatred and desire to control that creates that “attraction.”

This leaves me feeling so alone and uncherished, to which the men in my life tell me to humble myself when I feel uncherished and to look on the bright side — at least I am getting all that male attention!

But I want the attention of women and I want for us to unite in our fight to be ourselves, free of men’s violence against us and free to express the wondrous beings that we are.

But women, including myself (if a man showed me the right kind of attention that didn’t feel threatening or creepy, I would JUMP at the chance to try it again and to give them a chance — Ahhhhhhhh!), are male-focused, male-led and male-ruled.

Going back to Ecstatic Dance practice this last Sunday, when I felt that guy’s eyes on me, I was happy to feel my power  – it felt like he was appreciating and in awe of my beauty — something I have felt too when watching people dance — this is what has kept me from being a Lesbian Separatist — this feeling that men are human beings and that we can appreciate each other in a reciprocal relational way — rather than a parasitic way.

But I also just noticed my own attention and where it went during the dance — how I enjoyed having his eyes on me — and how that took my focus away from just being and towards being and expressing TO and that I wish more women would watch me dance and want to be and also connect — note-to-self, time to organize women-only ecstatic dance practice in my community.

Patriarchy works by keeping my attention away from myself and other women, and in a room full of people, majority women, to feel men’s eyes on me and to move my body in ways I wouldn’t — if those men were not there.

My attention is always going towards those poor males who are not able to articulate their emotions or be as socially finessed and graceful — my attention goes to the very men that scare me the most with their obsession. I am done. That’s why I am writing this here — a new place, a new beginning for me. I hope womyn will come here and read. I will try to enter the blogosphere more often, but I am used to facebook, so this is a new territory for me, and hopefully it will come with increased consciousness and increased connection with my feminist sisters. Blessed Be.




Apr 132014

Currently, I am working with MAMA, Madison Action for Mining Alternatives, in the fight for clean water in Wisconsin. We are holding a benefit concert, doing the Water Is Life! puppet show and hosting the Beehive Collective at Evolution Arts Collective, 202 S. Dickinson St. in Madison on Saturday, April 19th, 2014 from 2 PM – Midnight.10169396_628221670591982_1645859016295134106_nWe will be raising funds for Bad River legal defense and frac sand mining health research. There will be lots of amazing items on our silent auction table, door prizes, children’s activities and more!

Jan 142012

There may be a community bike ride at some point as several people have expressed interest in a Grassroutes Caravan to sites the mining companies are targeting. Please get in touch if you are interested in helping to organize a bicycle village to tour around Wisconsin.

Check out this live performance from the GrassRoutes Caravan, bicycle village of resistance from the summer of ’08!

Here are two other links to performances and the puppet show, “Peter Pan for President.”The puppet show was created and performed by riders from the Caravan. I play the part of Wendy.

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puppet show part 2
puppet show part 3

We love you Calico Future! Remember the great life of Jen Futrell, Eco-warrior woman who was hit by a car while riding her bike home from work.  Jen drove her truck, Black Betty, up from Louisville to Madison the Summer of ’08 to be food support for the PNC2RNC bike ride.