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The Wild Beckons

Follow my journey from Meta, to pro-choice advocacy, to launching my own consulting business, to poetry and beyond. Come, it’s time to chart a new path. The wild beckons.

Newsletter · By Blair Perez · English · Official site

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  1. Issue · Aug 31, 2026

    The Great Quake (opens the original)

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    Today I dropped off my youngest at his first day of preschool. After dropping him off, I felt a deep desire to call my own mother. They say that a baby’s DNA is forever circulating within the body of the mother, just as I first existed as an egg within my own mother when she was still in the womb of my grandmother. We hold each other, body and soul, within ourselves. The past and the future is written into us, as we bend over the toil and joy of stitching it all together into a weave of our own.

  2. Issue · Jul 22, 2026

    Faith Part 2: On Where We Place It (opens the original)

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    I’ve been on an unexpected faith journey the last few months. I’ve been reclaiming my faith in myself and the goddess within. Along the way, I’ve been paying close attention to another kind of faith, one that isn’t about radical trust in the energy that animates all life, but rather an unquestioning devotion to a dogma handed down by men. A faith stripped of women’s voices, stories, and realities.This faith is quietly taking over rural women’s healthcare in places like Sandpoint, ID — home base

  3. Issue · Jul 21, 2026

    Faith Part 1: What Happens When We Get Quiet, Go Inward, and Decide to Trust Ourselves (opens the original)

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    Church was always a peaceful experience for me, growing up outside of San Francisco in the East Bay. I felt that God was around me in nature more than in the pews, but it felt nice to gather and discuss the stories. After all, I’m a poet. I love a good metaphor. One thing always bugged me though: where were all the women at?I’ve been a feminist from as early as I can remember. I was taller than the boys in elementary school, competitive as hell, and my main memory of 2nd grade was protecting the

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