Hidden City Diaries

Happy Frickin’ New Year

‘Tis a new year —a time of hope, an era of beginnings, fresh starts, healthy diets, exercise regimes, flapping doves, …

Jack Straw Podcast

As part of this year’s Jack Straw Writers Program, each of us was interviewed by curator, Shawn Wong, about our …

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.”

Cannon Beach

The sound of water is everywhere here… in the mist as it sprinkles my face, the tinkling scale of a …

Prologue

In a letter to his longtime editor and friend, Pascal “Pat” Covici, John Steinbeck wrote, “A prologue is written last …

Dis-covery

My blog is not intended to be confessional. I share thoughts, musings, stories from the road… but it’s not a …

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, …

Hidden City Diaries

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

The Lost Years

Over the past eight months, I’ve heard Tom Kundig reference a period of his life called “The Lost Years” quite …

Randomness and Anomaly

Over drinks at Bathtub Gin, as my co-worker Matt and I discussed my new project, “Hidden City Diaries,” he asked …

The Show Goes On

Last weekend, Nancy and Steve hosted several of us at their home in Madrona for “A CivitaVeritas Evening” – an …