I'm dance for my kids’s sakes. The grace of God's glory is sometimes all that keeps me going on a day like this, when I don't know where I will have shelter next. Right now I’m navigating a bill for five nights at The Comfort Inn (#comfortinn) in #Ellensburg, WA. Option priority one would be for someone to contact guest services and contribute a couple nights. Meanwhile, please spread the word on your social media platforms. I cannot currently access any of mine, except LinkedIn and "X/Twitter." I've been encouraged by many folks to put this campaign together as a convenient means to contribute their support financially. I'm #quantummechanicalmama on YouTube.

Below is additional context, including links to my creative works published and/or otherwise available online. You can read my blog at notesfromthefieldofforeclosure.com. My website there includes a list of publications.

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I can't continue living in my car. It has damaged my right arm, and the weather has turned toward the cold. The car doesn't always start and has died numerous times. I'm a 43-yr-old mother of three from Ellensburg, WA, where I'm currently #experiencinghomelessness and displaced from my babies (Opal, 6; Gus, 4; Margot, nearly 3), whom I have hash-tagged #threelittlechickens, after Bob Marley's Three Little Birds, one lullaby I sing with them. Please consider my GoFundMe. If I can't have a room at a motel or AirBNB, I do have to resort to my car for shelter, starting tonight. I have been homeless and displaced since April and was served with a divorce decree in Sept. when I had relocated from #KOA to my dad's, an extremely difficult and 'triggering' environment. Local resources do not currently offer vouchers and are low on case managers. I have been going through motions, but the settlement is not available for a few days and won't cover the expenses, long-term. I have been considered 'gravely disabled' on account of diagnoses of #complexPTSD. My physical disabilities include slipped discs, #fibromyalgia, and #dystonia, a painful movement disorder that causes involuntary muscle contractions along my spine and in my limbs. I am also on the #autism spectrum. Having only been allowed and able to visit my babies once since April has shaken me to my core. I have a reinforced belief in the value of individual therapy, however, which I've been participating in since 2023. Therapy has brought to light the connection between psychological diagnoses and physical pain. I have suffered from #dystonia since the traumatic events in 2023. I now experience it to much more substantial extent and have not been able to persuade doctors to intervene. Due to rumors that using drugs is the source of my inspiration for dance and is what shapes my body when I move, I seem to have been pigeon-holed at the local hospital, which, in addition to causes other obstacles to my status, resulted once in a missed diagnosis of a very serious staph infection I contracted while attempting light housekeeping at the #KOA in exchange for a place to park the van I lived in at the time. False judgments about my autism and stability in general are bearable, and I can put up with people saying harmful things about how I dance. But as a mother, I have to stand up. My life is at risk when I don't get fair unbiased treatment from healthcare professionals, and I want to live a long time. I am newly divorced. My most recent therapist determined I am on the #autism spectrum. On April 29th, I felt an imminent sense of doom in my body that signaled a need to save my family from a cataclysmic event. I collapsed, lost my breath briefly, and saw what I interpreted to be the #PROPERproverbiallight. I expressed a belief in the afterlife, saying, "Jesus is Real." Folks misinterpreting that near-death experience as psychological and as a sign of being a less-than-capable mother, whose priority is anything other than keeping her babies #safeandsound (especially those who know #MYARTemis), must be forgetting how hard I fought to conceive, let alone to endure

subsequent traumas related to starting a family, a dream of mine since I was a little girl doing First Communion in the midst of the dissolution of my own parents' marriage, and then on through middle school and beyond. My dancing has been the primary source of damaging rumors. Evidentially, folks think that drugs cause me to move my body to the beat of the hits my #Spotify DJ selects. I'm not under the influence. "To each their own," I always say, or I used to say that, anyway, at least before I was a mama. I shine as brightly as I can in a very dark time in my life, but apparently #momjudging is real, and the way I move my body ha, indeed, become a target. In addition to rumors that if I'm not intoxicated when I dance, then the dancing is a symptom of psychosis. In reality, dance helps me manage my dystonia. If I don't continuously move. I believed that I was creating something beautiful--that, in fact, I was making my oddity more palatable for others by contextualizing it in song, too. I dance in what I call #paraapprximamamammalianmotion and in a space in which I feel a spiritual connection to Earth and the cosmos. Based on research I'd been conducting before displacement, specifically on the 'sense'ational origins of our species, particularly in terms of the so-called #evolutionaryracetoarms, I think of the liminal space in my conscious mind similarly (as a place to unfurl) and, with the two planes in concert, I try to discern the direction God wants me to go and to uphold my strong values, including breaking cycles of #transgenerationaltrauma and #transgenerational abuse through self-expression. I talk a lot about #chakroi and about 'marrying' #quantummechanics and #generalrelativity and am in the process of preparing research papers on what I call #electromagneticontopoetic resonance, or a sense of raising our species' individual consciousnesses about the Golden Rule, and in turn, about other ratios in nature we should pay attention as a collective with a collective consciousness that with the electromagnetic spectrum and echoes with poetic implications. I study ancient civilizations and their respective populations' races to arms, as well as #evolutionarypsychology in an effort to understand war and its costs to humanity, including displacement and homelessness. I'm also interested in the notion that when one individual's dream comes true, so, too, do the dreams of others. Nietszche posits in Beyond Good and Evil, that interpretation is the route to restoring peace and harmony during times of spiritual and domestic conflicts. I tend to agree. Please consider taking a chance on me. I need enough funds to survive until my divorce decree is finalized. It could be a week or two. This is not the first delay in getting the decree settlement. I'm at the mercy of the law. In addition to being a mom, I write and publish my poetry and prose when I can. I have a lot to offer, but I can't currently do much writing due to malfunctioning technology and a need for a new MacBook. My phone is in poor shape. It has been a feat to stay in touch when WiFi is not a given. I eventually want to offer my dance as an option for benefit events, namely for Veterans and their survivors and would love to do research face-to-face with War Vets interested in sharing their experiences with PTSD. I want to know if seeing a civilian wearing camouflage-print clothing, for example, is a trigger. I wear camo leggings in some of my videos, and I want to know if they are problematic for any viewers. I appreciate marginalized and underserved populations and their drive to be seen and heard. I have a B.A. in English from #WWU, a M.A, in Literature from #CWU, and a #MFA in Creative Writing from #UofI. I want to apply myself and set a good example. Breaking cycles of trauma and abuse is my passion above all else. I had to leave a set of troubling circumstances in order to do what I believe to have been best. I did not abandon my babies and have been grieving since we last shared a home. I hope for a future in which humankind might flip off the lights, the TVs, the computers, 'tablets,' and pick up their instruments, and that we will, in fact, as a species realign/reharmonize. I don't want to believe that, sometimes, only the posthumous can truly know our spirits, whether we knew theirs on Earth or not. We used to 'read' the stars and channel light. Now, most of us struggle to find light. Nietzsche says there are no facts, only interpretations. We're all children of war, conscripted from birth, ultimately, or since the advent of the Birth Certificate, a tool to count a military force. 'War,' etymologically-speaking, originally meant 'confusion.' It's up to us whether to wonder about the matter and what to do after that. But I hope we can stop mistreating one another and, indeed, pay attention and ask questions of each other when we don't understand each other's choices or when we need direction so as to not hurt each other. Time is not linear, folks. The present is confusing if we don't understand the past. Clarifying the past and living with its wounds can require sacrifice. I want to set the next generations up for success by making that process easier, but I can't go it alone. We have to write a new story for our species, one that doesn't include a mama full of hope feeling like she has to tear through the fabric of space-time to be with her babies, and as though she's got to do it virtually all alone.