…because they asked me to. And why would I turn down The Big 1¢ Steal— any 11 records or tapes for 1¢, or any 13 records or tapes for 1¢, depending on […]
Out of all the love affairs of my life, the most unlikely has by far been the most satisfying and most loving— the affair with a man twenty-five years my senior. We’ve been together fifteen years. Things have changed, but not in the way you might expect.
My photojournal entries for the last nine days show how even when I resist the urge to amass a caterpillar condominium of mesh enclosures filled with monarchs and milkweed, I still get […]
Why did it take me till July 30 to write the Crime of the Month? It’s not hard to find crime. Look to your left. Look to your right. Look at Portland. […]
This plague has forced parents into a position many of them don’t want to be in: adjuncts to their children’s education. But they are not teachers, not in the sense that trained […]
“This coronavirus pandemic… has heightened my awareness that now, more than ever, we need to make the most of everything we’ve got.”
*Note: This was written on March 10. A lot has changed in a week. Long before COVID-19, I practiced social distancing. In fact, I practice self-isolation most of the time now, […]
I got into raising monarchs by accident, but once I saw the many threats to this not-quite-endangered species, I purposely set about learning all I could to help keep their population healthy […]
Gloria Steinem says women reach a special place when we reach middle age where we can be who we used to be, only better. It’s that place where we were before hormones began driving us off course with worry, insecurity, and self-consciousness. It’s that place where we channel our giddy inner child. It’s the place where the worry, insecurity, and self-consciousness fall away and we feel free to express ourselves in whatever way we choose—in the way we dress, the things we do, and the people we surround ourselves with. She says that we can return to our teen years (minus the kind of hormones that turned our worlds upside down) and fly our freak flags. Or at least we might paint our nails blue. Or dance like no one’s watching– even though we know they are.
it’s funny how you go out and find poetry when you’re not even looking for it you’re just living and breathing and hearing and reading and it forms like the skin on […]