Jack Straw

Podcast

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

Five

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

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 …

Grasshopper

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

Jack Straw Podcast

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

Degenerate Times

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

Dancing Shoes

When I think of my childhood, I often want to scream. The urge flickered in me Friday night as I …

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.”

Warmth

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

Jack Frost, Jack Straw

I’ll refrain from allowing the snow in Seattle to conscript this week’s writing, much as I’m tempted to wax poetic …

The New Year

Over the past few years, my family’s annual holiday excursion to Old Tony’s on the Redondo Beach Pier has become …