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1 07, 2019

Sacred Restarts

By |2019-07-01T22:32:37-07:00July 1st, 2019|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

Today we broke apart an established world and it remained intact. The two thirteen-year-old girls that I have lived with for five years are moving out next month. Their Dad is going with them. The expected fury of emotion and running into bedrooms never arrived. Instead there was incessant chatter about which type of pet; hedgehog, [...]

30 11, 2018

When the Market Opens

By |2018-11-30T09:16:55-08:00November 30th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

Out of the corner of my eye I see them. By rote, my feet steer to the table housing the red, brown, green and gold painted balsa wood configurations. I walk directly up to the festive card table in the middle of the green house filled with Poinsettias. I know people are milling. I see no [...]

25 10, 2018

A Glimmer

By |2018-10-25T12:49:50-07:00October 25th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , |0 Comments

I drive slowly around the bend away from the upper sports field of my youngest’s middle school. I look up and through the stark framing of a house on a street in an otherwise complete and constructed neighborhood in north Seattle. The upper, third-maybe fourth-story roof line is sharply pitched-maybe an obtuse triangle. Pulling back from [...]

7 10, 2018

The Weekend of October 6th

By |2018-10-07T21:00:14-07:00October 7th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

Life is trying. Trying to be first, trying to push opinions, answers and consequences. And today it feels like life is Himalayan in its unruly messiness. The scorching upcoming confirmation of Kavanaugh to a seat on the United States highest court of justice. The ashes of women betrayed in every conversation and community space. There is [...]

30 09, 2018

Scissors are falling out of my hair

By |2018-09-30T21:48:58-07:00September 30th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

There is a smell of moss and lumberjack permeating the studio. I dribble in late, sinking quickly into the black leather stylist chair. "I've never seen your hair down" I comment. An ocean of aqua marine locks drape over Siddal's right shoulder. They reach her waist. Suddenly I'm sitting on the porcelain bathtub of my grandmother's [...]

22 06, 2018

How to Leave 5th Grade

By |2018-06-22T09:51:10-07:00June 22nd, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

Leaving 5th grade is about him. A son. In a new summer. Promoting a new era. Beginning the birth of a Gen Z-er. Leaving for him is freedom.  Walking home alone.  Gathering in friend clusters around the frisbee toss. Around the Magic draft. Around the smartphone. Around the texts. Around the lucky ones allowed Fortnite. Leaving for him [...]

9 05, 2018

Richochet

By |2019-01-12T08:37:55-08:00May 9th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , |0 Comments

The morning wind in the California high desert sends little slices of ice through your pores. A ruby red taffeta mini skirt dips and dives on the oak hanger. “Hi sweetie-the wind blows everything around here” a voice spills out from behind the red fabric of the storefront. A green faux fur hat perches atop her [...]

26 03, 2018

The Hush

By |2018-03-26T23:21:54-07:00March 26th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , , |0 Comments

Stepping down into the hallway there is a runway of excitement. There are spring flowers enrobed in butcher paper casually strewn on park benches. The large cardboard signs read ‘L’amour est dans l’air’ and ‘La vie est une fleur dont l’amour est le miel’ while men in tuxes and women in a range of Seattle formal [...]

24 03, 2018

Traveling is about finding your edges-The plane

By |2018-03-24T14:19:11-07:00March 24th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , , |0 Comments

I'm sandwiched between two men. Middle seat,  waiting for the pushback tug to be fixed for plane #3 in line for take off. I am plane #4. Thirty, forty-five, sixty minutes on the tarmac and finally we are in the air. To my right is Andrew. He laughs and looks up. "Our president is advocating for [...]

10 11, 2017

Blue Tarp

By |2017-11-10T12:49:04-08:00November 10th, 2017|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , |0 Comments

Blue is the color of the tarp I would live under with the three children. I imagine it to be a hybrid of cobalt and robin’s egg –pantone 641C -fringed with encased dirt from the muddy camp of last week. I step into the makeshift alley under the bridge paralleling the main highway. The tarp trembles [...]

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