Stepping Outside the Circle

In a single lane, hundreds of us traveled upwards, leaving our worries behind in Washington as we passed a small green sign that read, “Now entering Oregon.” No passports or security checkpoints, only a humble welcome. As I eased onto Highway 30W, the road twisted and turned, making my heart race, especially when taken at 60 miles per hour. I thought, “This is the farthest I’ve ever driven alone.”

Hidden City Diaries

Over the past few months, I’ve alluded to a new project waiting in wings, something that earned the title, “Hidden …

Palimpsest of Legacy

I began working on my will this weekend, which evokes the concept of palimpsest on a wholly different level. I …