Thoughts

Put Down the Boulder

Happy 2016! I’m been considering how this blog might change in the new year, as its focus has surely shifted …

Brevity & Obsession

Last week, in response to a writing prompt from a recent Hugo House class, I wrote a short essay on the …

Podcast

This week, Jack Straw published a podcast interview conversation between me and University of Washington professor and novelist Shawn Wong, who curated the …

Transiting

On this day five years ago, I was preparing to return to Seattle from a two-month residency in Italy. It …

Pilgrimage

“Walk until you reach the color red.” Last week, nine women writers were offered this quest during the A Room …

Neuroplasticity

I’ve been thinking lately that our minds are the greatest trick we pull on ourselves. Isn’t it amazing that we …

Active Voice

In the past 35 days, I’ve done something that I’ve never done before—twice, actually. At the end of March I …

Five

When I was seven or eight, my parents bought me a Funk & Wagnalls encyclopedia that spanned the top shelf …

Boundaries, Binders and Bravery

Earlier this month, I met with the fabulous Frances McCue who, among many things, is a writer, co-founder of Seattle’s Richard …

What Is She Doing?

The title question is perhaps best answered when accompanied by another: “Are writers really introverts — or do we seek …

Inspiration

It’s a rare opportunity when I can daylight the writing that I do that does not appear in this blog. …

Juneuary, Part Two

As I peered over the open hood of my car a few Sundays ago, I thought of the furnace-days of …

Forgetting

I lean over to release my heavy anchor into the sea, knowing that its warm currents will stay with me, erasing and refining the deep grooves of my memory with polishings of water and sand. As the sharpness fades, a smooth surface will emerge: a tabula rasa upon which I can build a real home for the first time in my life.

A Good Struggle

I’ve often wondered how Odysseus spent his days after returning home. Once the euphoria of resting in bed, embracing his …

Warmth

For weeks, I had been looking forward to Thursday’s barbecue lunch with Andrew. Prior to my first mouthful of moist, …