Erika Star was raised by a pack of Trekkies. Originally from Wisconsin, she decided to live out her womyn’s fest fantasies in the Lesbian Mecca, Portland, Oregon. She holds a Bachelor’s Degree in Entertainment Management and after studying at Second City Chicago, chose the glamorous profession of comedy writing. Most people wish she had her […]Read more "Pride"
Tricia Knoll is a Portand poet, retired from many years of communication work for the City of Portland. She has degrees in literature from Stanford University (BA) and Yale University (MAT). Her poetry and haiku appear in numerous journals and several anthologies. Her chapbook Urban Wild looks at human and wildlife interactions, mostly within the Portland city limits. Her […]Read more "A Freelancer’s Interview With A Woman of Industry, 1982"
“I’m sad,” I tell her, looking for analog in a world of constant digital connection. “I know,” she said, “you used to write great letters, too, and you know a lot of people, but you just need your roots.” “Go outside and listen,” my mother advises. Outside, I see all the life looking for hands, all the […]Read more "go outside and listen"
Over Independence Day weekend we went camping in Crater Lake. When we checked in, next to the Pacific Crest Trail hiking box I had to Instagram in Wild homage, they handed us a pamphlet on the park. I unfolded its accordion creases to reveal the lake map framed in photos of wildflowers and mountain chickadees. […]Read more "The Day That Doom Went Viral"
The weather was a lot different and Hawthorne Boulevard was a lot different. 6/29/08 I’ve finally indulged in a Moleskine in hopes that having a fancy notebook will actually get me writing again. This particular one is the perfect size for the purse I bought at Last Thursday. Today there was an unusual thing in […]Read more "June, 7 Years Ago"
Gentlemen may prefer blondes, but at what cost to the rest of the world? As soon as I heard about the premise of Emily Schultz’s novel, The Blondes (April 2015, St. Martin’s Press), I knew I had to read it. In this speculative fiction, a pandemic that turns blonde women into murderous fiends has crippled […]Read more "Beware the Blondes"
Day 88. Almost like spring. #100daysofdepression A post shared by Lauren Hudgins (@laurenhudgins) on Feb 13, 2015 at 2:22pm PST Spring has come early to Portland. My garden is full of daffodils and crocuses. The magenta magnolia in front of the house is blooming its deep purple cup flowers. I have planted snap peas outside […]Read more "#100DaysofDepression Are Over"
A few months ago I decided to move in with Eric. I started looking for a new place for us to share and discovered that the rent is too damn high in Portland. So I stopped renting. I’m privileged. My family could give me enough for a down payment. My modest but plenty-for-one-person wages and […]Read more "Homeowner"
I have been camping in my house for a week. This sounds strange when I say it to people. They ask, to clarify, if I’ve moved back into my house. Like every question this year, the answer is complicated, full of footnotes and asides and more questions—“did I tell you…?” “Did you know that…?” “Well, […]Read more "Camping"
The rain came last night. It will be here until June, maybe July. We’ve had such a dry summer in Portland. I’ve enjoyed the unusually long season of sun and heat, but it made me anxious. (Or maybe I’m always anxious and the odd weather gave me a thing on which to fasten it.) How […]Read more "Dried Yellow Tomatoes"