An afternoon would be well spent exploring Portland fashion photographer Lavenda Memory’s online content: a gorgeous blog packed with original content illustrating her personal style and life (including saucy quips and sweet shots of her daughter), a brand new YouTube channel and work by the photographer that plays on the edgy and the beautiful. Even […]Read more "Memory Is The Diary We All Carry With Us"
Oh, I am so chock full of every gruesome spotch on this winter Midwest beach different iterations ………………………….. days swinging by as we fly into the open lake She is my foggiest Memory: no one meant to eat this on their plate, head song smashed against the outside of a door, the brunt of […]Read more "Her Published Life"
There’s nothing quite so awful as spending a week thinking you might have cancer—and knowing that even if you don’t, one day you probably will. The chances of cancer being a genetic risk in my family is pretty high. Even though my mom’s breast cancer was BRCA1 and BRCA2 negative, the fact she and her […]Read more "Your breasts: Now in 3D"
Growing up in Maryland we simply referred to the homestead of our family friend as “the farm.” When I was a kid, the farm had horses for us to ride, hay lofts, cherry trees, sweet corn, and grape vines. On the farm “there are so many different environments, upland, lowland, stream-side, thick humus,” my father explained […]Read more "My Father on Foraging for Ramps"
Following is based on an interview with a 30-year-old Muslim woman on May 22, 2012 near Chicago. For Part I, please click HERE. Four years ago, I was leaving Meier’s to go to a 4th of July party and I saw this guy with a shirt that said, “Allah Sucks.” He was getting into a pickup truck […]Read more "Interview with a First-generation American Muslim, Part II"
The first to go was a foolish man, who everyone said was a liar. He climbed a tree beside the docks one day and cut a coconut of unusual size. Within, he found the bone-white figure of a woman. Winged as any angel, she held the head of her enemy aloft in one bone-white hand. […]Read more "Nike"
Madison Holleran was a 19-year old University of Pennsylvania student and a promising track star at her university, until a week ago, when she threw herself off a parking garage in Philadelphia. Many young adults commit suicide everyday, but interestingly Madison’s death was reported in cities where seemingly she had a very small, or even […]Read more "“Beautiful and Brainy”"
The Eastbank Killer – A Serial Novella Attorney Donna Bosque finds her life turned upside down when an attractive associate at her firm becomes convinced the Eastbank Killer, who has been terrifying Portland, is directly linked to their law firm. Start from the beginning Previous chapter Donna woke slowly, her body stretching to remembered pleasure. […]Read more "Eastbank Killer Chapter 10"
Dearest Sonia, My mother, Chaya, or the more assimilated, Anna, wasn’t sentimental and never wanted to discuss my dead father with us kids. I was their fifth-born, their fourth living child. My father died of tuberculosis when I was only seven months old. My mother wouldn’t leave his dirt plot for almost three days while […]Read more "EIGHT POSTCARDS"
Wanting to look nice isn’t a character flaw. It doesn’t mean you hate yourself, or you’re judgmental of other people’s appearances, or any number of superficial shames. Photoshop and Instagram, with their light-bending and pimple erasures, are not inherently evil. When used sparingly, they can elevate the raw material that a basic camera produces and make […]Read more "WTF, Jez? The Lena Dunham Debacle"