The day after the SCOTUS ruling on DOMA, I left a comment on a friend’s Facebook wall on how I thought the Supreme Court didn’t go far enough in their ruling. In leaving it up to states, existing bans on gay marriage remain. I was then asked a question from a man I did not know, […]Read more "Old White Men: Why So Angry?"
You assume you won’t have a problem. We were married five or six years before we started trying. My first clue I might have a problem was when I didn’t get my period for three months after going off birth control. I remember a conversation Dean* and I had when we realized we might need help. […]Read more "Meet: Carrie, a story of infertility."
I’m really getting worried for men my age. Last month I wrote a piece where I referenced the death of an acquaintance; a guy I worked music festivals with in Canada. What I didn’t tell you then was that his death was a suicide. Two weeks ago I got a call that a friend from […]Read more "A New Lost Generation"
I owe Michael Heald, author of Goodbye to the Nervous Apprehension, a thank you. Not only did he deliver a book that showed me the inner workings of the neurotic twenty-something male mind, with plenty of insights into the neurotic twenty-something male mind’s thoughts about sex, he also introduced me to my new favorite Portland bar/writing […]Read more "Dirty Talk With Michael Heald"
When I was in high school, I was unsuccessful at memorizing Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl.” I tried to commit the first part of the poem, about seven minutes worth of speaking, to memory and recite it as part of speech competition. I gave up eventually, unable to fully comprehend what the poet was talking about. I didn’t have […]Read more "Finding Diane di Prima on a posterboard"
I know we all have a story like this. When I started the Pacific University MFA program (three years ago this month), I converted our small house’s guest room into a writing room. I guess “converted” is a strong word—I bought a glass vase at Crate & Barrel, filled it with rocks and pens, and […]Read more "Curley’s Wife"
From the other coast: I took the T to Boston this morning, something I rarely do. It was packed and I found myself surfing on the accordion section connecting the two cars. The swerves were making me a little nauseous, and I couldn’t read, so I did what I tend to do, and I watched […]Read more "Love on the D Train"
Sex and the City premiered on HBO in 1998 when I was eleven years old. I can’t say the exact year it was that I discovered the show, but I know a few seasons had passed before I stumbled upon a rerun of it one summer afternoon. I remember that it was one of the […]Read more "What Sex and the City Means to me Fifteen Years Later"
Eric and I decided it was time that we led a Pedalpalooza tour. For those of you who aren’t usual Portland cyclists, Pedalpalooza is a three-week bike festival in June. Some rides are practical and educational, like the NE Urban Farm Tour and Touring for Women, but most are just for ridiculous fun, like the […]Read more "Food Foraging Pedalpalooza Ride"