NaNoWriteMore (Vocab Lesson)

November howls with word storms. Across the world, people are writing novels. In my little house, I only appear to be alone. Courtesan: Upstairs, pint-sized, in furred boots, she entertains invisible guests. Her tongue and jaws make tiny, busy noises. Harmonize: In the kitchen, silhouetted musicians banter in a yellow light, following along with the…

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Chapter 22: Wal-Mart

I’ve always been a journal-er. Of course, when life gets really interesting, I have tended to drop the practice (although I’m proud to say I’ve been doing daily writing now for almost a year, for the first time in my life). Digging through old journals, I have gone down a number of rabbit-holes, not all…

Tuula's shadow on a barn

Travel Oregon Photo Story

Hey readers, remember when I rode my bike across the state of Oregon to watch the eclipse this summer? I put together a little photo story for the Travel Oregon blog, and it’s now live! Like many lifelong Oregonians, I know as much about the region of the state east of the I-5 corridor as…

Forty-Five Minutes in Venice Beach

A large man wearing a black t-shirt that reads in block white lettering:  “I’m here to fuck shit up and leave” lounges on a cement bench. It wraps around the base of a palm tree guarding a mound of grass the size of a suburban front lawn. This is hot for October. The city sweats…

Free Pile, Brown House at the End of the Road

Everything free! Teddy bears, an alarm clock with real numbers that turn on wheels, four fireplace matches in a disintegrating box, a dozen dog-eared math workbooks. One hundred titty twisters, a thousand pokes to a prepubescent chest, fifty noogies, three attempted swirlies. Come get them, before they’re gone! A plastic trike. A bicycle with wooden…

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Chapter five: The Tree Hugger

  Hello, readers. I have been working hard on a long-form essay for you all. Meanwhile, I wanted to share a chapter from my upcoming memoir. It’s about an uncommon line of work I took up one winter after graduating from college, and the uncommon person I met while on the job. In this chapter…