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…
When I was a senior in high school, I worked at Taco Bell. I had spent the previous four years working as a soccer referee/basketball scorekeeper/day camp coach for the…
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…
