I’ve been writing the Girl on Girl series since the start of this year, and as I look back on the amazing women I’ve interviewed and the wise words they have shared, I am extremely thankful at my luck to have encountered so many inspiring people. Up next, I’ll share my interview with Kate Bernheimer, […]Read more "A Girl on Girl Wish List"
Renewal, rebirth, and regeneration are all words we throw around this time of year. For me though, this time of year brings a strange heavy and dragging feeling of unbridled anger, a dash of depression, and a thunderous wave of resentment over the last nineteen years. The last time I saw my father I was […]Read more "The Other R-word"
It’s officially spring and spring means green things. John Kallas’s Edible Wild Plants has been very helpful in identifying a few tasty greens available at this time in the Pacific NW. The one I eat most often is chickweed, because it’s the most plentiful. I’ve even got a rich patch of chickweed about a block […]Read more "The Salad Days"
My grandma would have been 88 on St. Patrick’s Day. She passed the summer before last, just before I moved to Portland. I’d said goodbye to her while she was still in the hospital, waiting to go home where my mom and hospice nurses her would tend to her for her final month. The last time […]Read more "The Noble Saint"
When I was in middle school, my hobby was writing terrible historical fiction. There was the time-traveling doomed romance on the Titanic, and the Oregon Trail epic with no plot. But the tale I thought was going to change the American literature landscape was my revolutionary war novel, Eliza Jane. Eliza became a spy for […]Read more "Eliza in Spring"
It was not in 2073, but in 2008 that she realized some of her missteps may have related to men. Her head was already in a lot of pain as she thought this. At this particular moment, questioning the twenty-five years she’d been alive seemed like too much. What she had to concentrate on was […]Read more "2073"
When I first moved to Seattle, my freshman year in college, I didn’t believe in seasonal affected disorder. I had lived through eleven Russian winters. Seasons seemed natural and expected, part of a rhythm that I never questioned. I have to admit that my relationship to the seasons has become more complicated since then. I […]Read more "Moving Towards the Light"
At the PDXX Collective this week, our posts will focus on Spring Awakenings. The act of writing, like reading, is a very social enterprise and requires the constant renewal and reawakening of one’s passions. Starting off the week on Monday, I’ll be writing a flash fiction piece that’s a tad gothic, but you’ll love it, […]Read more "Spring Awakenings This Week!"
My mother always told me when I came out of the womb I tried to emerge upside down and ass-end first. Posterior, facing the wrong way up and Frank breech, like a folding chair or a backwards diver in pike position dropping out of the safe water and into the high, bright world. Once they […]Read more "To The Top"
My boyfriend got me a machete for Christmas, but I couldn’t use it. I injured my arm in a bike accident in October, separating my shoulder and screwing up my rotator cuff. I was still having issues with pain and limited movement in December. “I hope this isn’t more of a gift for me than […]Read more "Coconuts for You"