Destiny Kinal is a writer, book artist, marketing consultant, feminist, bioregionalist and publisher. And, yes, that is her real name, awarded to her at birth by far-seeing parents. Kinal lives in Berkeley, California and western New York.
Writer & Book Artist
Burning Silk is Destiny’s first novel in a series, The Textile Trilogy. Linen Shroud, set around the U.S. Civil War is the second, to be followed by Oil & Water, the concluding volume of the series.
Destiny on her writing career: I started writing professionally as a journalist for the Aspen paper. Those of you who have seen The Post about the daily life on a newspaper before Watergate, in Katherine Graham’s era in the 1960s, will appreciate the very hands-on realities of the pre-computer days working for a newspaper. Read more...
Co-founder of sitio tiempo press, the purpose of which is to express bioregionalism in creative formats for a wider audience
Founder and former Executive Director of Carantouan Greenway, a non-profit organization that partners with diverse organizations to pursue common goals, such as connectivity on trails and wildlife corridors for the Upper Susquehanna/Finger Lakes Bioregion. Watch a video, and read more here.
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On Shapeshifting: cost/benefit and peril
In 1976, I got divorced, left the Digger community I had lived and worked among, abandoned my life in Aspen, Colorado, and took my girls home to southern Ohio where my mother lived.
Those condensed facts hold volumes of history. We often laugh at how every quarter of a year held an intense chapter of living during our twenties, one of the humorous aspects of aging together with a group of cohorts.
For those of you who don’t know, “Digger” was the name people who lived in the Haight-Ashbury in the mid-60s called ourselves. Digger meant a host of wildly intangible things like being anarchists and leaderless, but it also meant some very specific approaches to the practicalities of life: free food was not only served in the parks but was also delivered from the produce markets to certain households of people living in community.
Together with being from Buffalo NY, famous for its spicy chicken wings, living in the Haight-Ashbury gave me my lifelong fondness for the architecture of a plate of wings. The airlines wouldn’t send them into the air—that would have been in such poor taste!—thus squid at 25 cents a pound from Chinatown and wings formed an important part of my daily diet. Habits like these don’t die easily.