After what was a remarkably difficult week, life started to look a sliver brighter yesterday. I attended the Women’s March in Portland, along with 100,000 other Oregonians (and southern Washingtonians!). The march from the waterfront through the downtown core didn’t feel so much a woman’s event as a Parade of Progress: men, women, transgender and … Continue reading
I have been ruminating on the idea of worthlessness today. I wish my mind could focus on something positive, or at the very least constructive, but the terribly contrived metaphors feel neverending in This New, Not Normal Reality. Just one of today’s such dispatches on the eve of the inauguration. Via The Washington Post: House … Continue reading
Whenever I’m allowed to wander in Portland, I end up here. It doesn’t matter where I say I’m going—today the idea was I’d stop at Collage on Alberta Street to check out Halloween paper and get myself a new notebook. I’ve claimed to want some Salt and Straw ice cream or Aladdin hummus. When the … Continue reading
Last night my mom shared with me a chapter of a relative’s diary from the 1960’s. She was a great something; I get confused and tangled in family tree connection. She was a German woman who ended up in midwestern America with her two sons. The diary entry was so simple and clear, describing a … Continue reading
Last Friday, my company was closed for Good Friday. Thursday night, I set my alarm for 20 luxurious minutes over my normal weekday wake-up. “That sucks, you don’t get a day off,” Matt said. “I have a day off my day job. Full day on my second full-time job,” I pointed out. Luckily this is … Continue reading
Three years ago, I met Chloe Caldwell for lunch. I was two weeks away from moving out of Oregon for my husband’s job transfer. I was reluctantly going along because that is what spouses do and what… Source: They Killed Portland, You Know Continue reading
This week has felt like a shift, the two tectonic plates of my life—Work and Writing—folding in on each other like so many Pacific Northwest overdue Big Ones. I can feel it in the air that’s just leaning toward spring here in Oregon, something ebbing up to the surface that’s remained unseen for the better … Continue reading
Originally posted on Visitant:
Small is huge, Wells Fargo tells us with a Pleasantville main street gloss. It’s tough to admit when a cynical corporate slogan hits the mark, but I can’t think of a better way to describe Portland’s Future Tense Press and its portfolio of literary fire-starters. Run by literary community extraordinaire and…
Little books have always had a special place in my heart. When I was a kid in the early 90’s, when malls still had Waldenbookses (and we still went to the mall), I was captivated by the spinning racks of tiny books next to the register. Full volumes shrunk to pocket-sized editions, small enough to … Continue reading
Last week, my husband and I got into a spat. Revelation one of this blog: I am a massive pain in the ass to live with. This particular tiff was, naturally, not about the catalyst–in this case, tortillas (don’t ask, I don’t even know). What erupted was the resentment over the fact that I am … Continue reading
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