Elegy.

I was tearing down a deep flight of stairs surrounded by other heaving bodies. We were running, because we were … More

imperfect.

I’m sitting in the dim of my kitchen, glass of pinot noir at hand, dead flower petals and strings of ear … More

Driving through the sunlit, endearingly gritty streets of Tacoma yesterday evening, I chat with my friend Ben after what felt … More

Brushing it off and saying “it’s just one of those days” is a disservice to yourself. It’s a cheat out of giving … More

There are days when it feels like everything has been flecked with rose gold and hazel and honey. They are rare … More

I feel everything so keenly and bluntly today. A grade A example of a seemingly bipolar being, sensing each moment pointedly … More

Inappropriate and sometimes downright aggressive encounters are not rare in the life of women today. All women, to varying degrees, … More

I can’t be sure if it’s the glowing orb of a moon hanging in the sky like a bowl of … More

Pain is a strange thing. It’s beautiful and it’s horrifying and it’s been researched and reviewed and wondered about for … More

This last week I got to spend time with my sister, Hilary, and my brother in law, Ron at their … More