I really apologize for the way I’ve acted around you lately. Sometimes I feel like I must look like I’m drowning, looking for the nearest life raft to save me. Let’s start here first– that is not fair for me to do to you. You are not a white knight and I’ve never been a […]Read more "A Letter to the Men I Know"
Thursday, May 30, 2013 Record Room 8 NE Killingsworth Street Portland, OR 97211 Please join a few good women of the PDXX Collective for their first-ever reading (!) and support a woman-owned business. The reading will begin at 7:00 p.m. and conclude before 9:00. (Note: Feminism will be making an appearance.) Treats will be served […]Read more "An Evening with the PDXX Collective"
(Read part one here) Hadley woke up earlier than him Saturday morning and tried desperately not to wake him as she took his manuscript into the kitchen. She was at least three chapters behind schedule on her first pass of the manuscript. Marcus needed to review her changes by the end of the week. They […]Read more "In Bed With Her Author (Part II)"
I can’t remember the last time I rode a bike that wasn’t in spin class. I do have a distinct memory, however, of being chased around my neighborhood by a yappy dog nipping at my heels as I tried to get away from my imminent death by ankle biting when I was no older than […]Read more "Built for Two"
“What should we have for dinner tomorrow?” The question crops up every night when we’re sitting down to the answer we hammered out the night before. After all, in 24 hours, we’ll have to repeat this all over again. The getting home late in a state more tired, cranky, and motivationless than we’d like. I […]Read more "In Defense of Food and Compromise"
My three-year-old boy is a wizard in his own right, crafting words and constructing scenarios, diving in and out of reality with ease. Last weekend we strolled, me holding the sleeve of his jacket because his hands were tucked up under his armpits, for fun. We walked over to the lake by our house and […]Read more "A Mother’s Nature"
She didn’t mean for it to happen again. The first time, Hadley was a young editorial assistant and he was an alcoholic with the aura of a Nobel Prize winner. She was intrigued by his smell of cigars and the twenty-year age difference. It fell apart when his wife returned from her summer abroad and […]Read more "In Bed With Her Author (Part I)"
I need to find some knotweed in Portland. I’m particularly fascinated with it right now and it tastes good. Most people don’t want to find knotweed. It’s a terrible invasive. Japanese knotweed is so tenacious it is listed as one of the world’s 100 worst invasive species by the International Union for Conservation of Nature. […]Read more "Japanese Knotweed"
After everything failed, I moved in with Stan in Northeast Portland for a few weeks until I could get my own place. Once the baby came I’d have something worked out, was my hope. I’d sold the Datsun for five hundred and started taking the bus to and from the Meadows. The scenery down Vancouver […]Read more "Bobby Douglas"