One night, in the tender and exhilarating years between legal adulthood and full frontal lobe development, my roommate and I made a post-midnight run to Denny’s. We enjoyed our shared…
Last weekend we drove through the Oregon wine country and meandered down gravel roads, stopping at a few acres of land for sale and dreaming. Today I pulled weeds in…
From the beginning of me, there was writing. In the earliest years of grade school, I would make little books of stapled-together printer paper and construction paper. They’d chronicle life’s…
February in Portland has become one of my favorite times of year. The weather is delightfully unpredictable – today it’s a bit stormy; yesterday afternoon was brilliantly sunny for a…
That, on this chilly Pacific Northwest morning, is the unavoidable question. (A hearty shout-out to Shakespeare for the immortal words that so handily provided me with a vegetable pun. I’m…
