Journey

Space and Inspiration

This week, I’ve been in Denver for a preview of the Kirkland Museum of Fine and Decorative Art designed by …

Binders Full of Women

The latest installment of BinderCon happened this past weekend in New York. This was my third time at the conference …

Hello, Stranger

Two and a half weeks is long enough for everything to go strange. When I returned home last night, our …

This One Time At Writers Camp

Great art is clear thinking about mixed feelings. —WH Auden During a recent Pacific Northwest heat wave, two hundred writers …

Rules

Must the Gun Always Fire? (And Other Rules of Writing) was the theme of Friday night’s Hugo House Literary Series …

Elevation

They say that, to remedy a fear of heights, one should concentrate on looking left and right like windshield wipers. …

Homecoming

I had anticipated last week’s trip to Pullman, Washington, for some time. Since November, I’ve been working with teams to …

Wonder

This past Friday, the Jack Straw Writers were each paired with a musician who used our writing as inspiration for …

10 Easy Pieces

375,000 Approximate number of white residents living in the Detroit Metro area in 1980. In 1947, the year that Ford …

Grasshopper

The Walla Walla public library is quaint and humble and more roomy than one might expect a small town library …

Pacific Coast Highway

Whipping south on Highway 1, I can barely keep the Mustang below 80. Still, it feels like slow motion. I …

Cannery Row

In my teens and twenties, flowery works of Middle English and Romantic Literature were my mainstays. Hemingway’s “The Sun Also …

Degenerate Times

Before I left Santa Cruz, Michael drove me to Land of Medicine Buddha, the mountain retreat where he studies. The …

Surf City / Fog City

SURF CITY (SANTA CRUZ) Lanky, sloppy surfer girl in dingy flip-flops, Holey tie-dye tank top slung over thread-bare thrift store …

Birdie

There is something rugged and fragile about Michael Burdick, or perhaps my own fragile resilience seeks out glimmers of itself …

Faith

When Tash asked whether I’d like to join her at a Bahá’í Faith devotional on Saturday, I paused. The word …

Windy City

Great Chicago fires Aflame in me –scalding, burning, immense– Fueled by nattering blowhards who prevent me From relaxing, from heaving …

Untraveled

Beginning with my first moments on the Blue Line from O’Hare, I catalogue the places I didn’t go. Right out …

In Transit

Argyle (Red Line): The press of humidity is relentless — in the shade and the sun, on the street and …