Megan’s Diary

Solidarity is a genuinely difficult practice to maintain when your own rent is due Friday Tuesday. Tenant union meeting tonight in the basement of the co-op, twenty-three of us on…

Years of scattered fieldwork suddenly cohered into something with an actual spine Sunday. Wrote for six hours on the actual dissertation today, a chapter on mutual aid network resilience that…

The review clause already becomes the next fight’s opening line before the celebration ends Friday. The council vote happened today, a month of waiting resolving in an actual meeting that…

Twenty-three testimonies now sit permanently in the official record for every future tenant fight Tuesday. City council public comment session tonight, the tenant union’s turn finally arriving after weeks of…

A disorienting club encounter produces a genuinely promising new organizer with fresh outreach ideas The Stranger From the Club Photo Story Is Now Actually Volunteering With Our Group and It…

Forty doors of polite disinterest yield one honest conversation that beats a false yes talked into someone I Canvassed for Six Hours in the Rain and Only One Door Actually…

A newer member’s critique of institutional caution reshapes strategy after two uncomfortable but honest hours Our Organizing Meeting Devolved Into an Actual Argument and I Think That Was Healthy Our…

An unposed doorstep photo apparently motivated a stranger to volunteer, revealing organizing’s invisible ripple effects I Got Recognized From a Canvassing Photo By a Complete Stranger at a Club and…

Months of sustained uncertainty finally release in a club bathroom once the margin becomes mathematically safe The Measure We Canvassed For All Spring Actually Passed and I Cried In a…

Megan Astor on a fierce Tuesday meeting, a club night that ran until dawn, and the satire that got passed around after everyone had finally calmed down Our reading group…