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…
I’ll be honest, here: I am not a pancake person. If we’re going to talk weekend breakfasts, I am way more into the savory than the sweet – and on…