I sat waiting for my lunch to be ready. Closing my eyes, the sun warming me, honing in on nearby conversations. “It was just awful!” “Do you want to meet later?” “We have to get back soon.” “What are you hungry for?” And then, “Think of a Chinese word you’d like to see written.” Two […]Read more "Characterized As Vulnerable"
you and i know feminism is not (always) a petition, but a chosen gait.Read more "Haiku for the Long Haul"
I’m not writing about the hard things. At least not publicly. I know that to write the good stuff, I have to write the hard stuff, but I’ll just stick with mediocrity for now. I’m afraid of being embarrassed, of being wrong, of hurting others, of taking a powerful experience and writing it into something […]Read more "I think I can. I couldn’t do it."
When I caught up with Amy Wheeler for a profile in my women writers series, she was working on building a fire that would heat the dance hall she lives in on Whidbey Island near Hedgebrook. “Down here we’re so off the grid that we heat our big, huge, 100-year-old dance hall with a wooden […]Read more "Women Writers in Residence"
I’d like you to picture a 37-year-old woman jumping around her kitchen, raising her arms in the air as she belts out, “Let It Go.” She twirls her children in a waltz and claps in excitement alongside her 3-year-old daughter when, “Do You Want to Build a Snowman?” comes on next. I’m not exactly proud […]Read more "Is Frozen Good or Bad for Girls?"
Step 1: Gaslight a seven year old. Step 2: Even when they’re grown up and recount the story of their abuse, tell them they’ve been brainwashed and could never have actually been abused. Step 3: When in doubt, blame the abuse accusation from a child on an adult woman (in this case, the mother), or […]Read more "Victim Blaming 101"
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 glanced at Merington. They were both naked. […]Read more "Eastbank Killer Chapter Eleven"
For me, this year’s Super Bowl wasn’t about the commercials. It was about the Seattle Seahawks, my hometown team with all hope and city pride on the line. The game, for many of the 115 million viewers that tuned in to the most-watched television broadcast of all time (let that sink in for a second), […]Read more "Small Gains, Big Wins: A Feminist Watches the Super Bowl"
I just spent the weekend with my eight girlfriends. There was a time in my life where that sentence would be followed by eight more of analysis. (If analysis can be used as a nice word for judgment, which I’m not sure it can). She was a pain in my ass, she is too skinny, […]Read more "What I Think About My Girlfriends"