What Texture, Your Life?
Hang your age on the hook by the door, those pilled, worn decades too heavy for warm weather like this.
Read MoreWatching Nature, Seeing Life
Hang your age on the hook by the door, those pilled, worn decades too heavy for warm weather like this.
Read MoreBetter to know our own weeds and keep pulling.
Read MoreDuring my first pregnancy, I eavesdropped every chance I got. Shamelessly, I turned my ear to parents in restaurant booths, in line at the grocery, on ferries, at the beach and park. When they called their children by name, I leaned in, then scribbled potential baby names on restaurant napkins, pocket scraps, and the palm […]
Read More“I know I want to age like that dog. On the way home, I figure out how.”
Read MoreToo early for breakfast, I set a warm mug on my desk, opened this morning’s email, and learned that the manuscript for my coming-of-age novel was a FINALIST for the 2018 Cascade Writer’s Contest. Pinch me. . . . and put me to work. At the recent Seattle Writing Workshop, one agent told me that […]
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