Welcome to 💜Fierce Love✨

In Minnesota, people are showing up for each other in ways that feel both ordinary and extraordinary.

Fierce Love is a growing library of stories documenting how Minnesotans show up for each other when things get hard.

I am documenting what it actually feels like to be here, in Minnesota, inside of the moments that matter, surrounded by people who keep choosing each other over and over again.

There is power in the consistency of the Minnesota people who keep showing up, and returning the next day, and the next, and the next, with a tater-tot hotdish, an understanding hug, and a refusal to leave without a 40-minute goodbye because everyone needs to know how much they are loved.

I write about vigils and protests and community gatherings, and I write about the smaller, quieter moments that happen in between.

I write about real people, and how recent events have changed us at our core.

We are quietly saying “ope, you betcha, we’ve got you” to each other every single day.

What Fierce Love Means

Fierce Love is 75,000 people marching together in minus thirty degree windchill, standing shoulder to shoulder because something in them refuses to stay home.

Fierce Love is moms and daughters and grandmas and aunties on a Signal chat, sharing ICE sightings, hot-dish recipes, mutual aid delivery routes, and news updates with people whose real names they may never know, and trusting each other anyway.

Fierce Love is watching our neighbors die across our social media feeds, then building memorials and holding vigil for months through the hardest winter of our lives so they are seen, named, and remembered.

Fierce Love is keeping our sense of humor alive with inflatable frogs, dildos, protest sign slogans, and dad jokes in the grocery store while standing up to forces that try to strip away our humanity.

Fierce Love is protecting Somali and Hmong immigrant neighbors’ kids because here, all mothers are mothers to all kids, and that understanding moves faster than fear.

Fierce Love is telling these stories and passing them from one person to another, because love moves, and once it starts moving, it spreads and grows. ✨

About TeriLeigh💜

I live at the intersection of Grounded Avenue and Woo-Woo Way.

I was born with hyperacusis, which means I hear the world louder than most people do. I also experience synesthesia, so when you speak or write, your words don’t just land as words, they arrive as colors, textures, tastes. Tension might show up as tart green, grief as velvet blue, and pain may whine like a violin string that’s gone slightly out of tune.

Over thirty years, I’ve taught more than 200,000 students and worked one-on-one with over 2,000 clients. I’ve been called a Teacher, Writer, Wellness Educator, Spiritual Mentor, Shaman Elder, Chakra Expert, Reiki Master, Heart Sister, Mindfulness Coach and Magick Maker.

Mostly I’m just someone who shows up, tells the truth with unmatched integrity, and writes with an understanding that words are spells (that’s why we call it spelling). Perhaps when you read these stories you’ll feel like you are there with us because you can hear the flavors, smell the ideas, and taste the images with me.

A few things you should know about me:

🌹 I look up the etymology of words for funzies.

🐕 I talk to dogs like they’re people, because they are.

🧚 I believe pixie dust is real, because we need more magick in the world.

What You Get Here

Free subscribers receive weekly Tuesday posts along with Notes throughout the week that capture what’s unfolding across Minnesota in real time—stories, moments, and voices that might otherwise pass by unnoticed.

Most posts remain open for a period of time and then move into the full archive. Paid subscribers ($7/month or $77/year) have access to everything, including the complete library of stories, all WOMN chapters, behind-the-scenes writing reflections, and the collection of practices, protocols, and workshops.

I love you all fiercely.

Thank you for giving a shit.

TeriLeigh 💜