I boarded the 40 around noon on Thursday and there weren't many people on it, but there was a woman with sensible pink lipstick and cropped gray hair and a pleasant demeanor speaking with a man across the aisle who had a red beard and a dirty reusable grocery bag full of old things and…
A Conversation I Heard on the Bus
What I Actually Mean When I Talk About Running
Invariably, when I go on a run, I put on running clothes, sure and lace my Camino shoes tight. I find the earbuds that don’t fall out and I take the house key off my keychain put it in the tiny pocket in my shorts and bolt out the front door. I run for two blocks…
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A Letter to My Grandmother
Today is April 5, 2018. On April 5, 2017, my grandma, my dad’s mother, died. On December 5, 2016, when she was sick, I wrote this letter. I wish I had given it to her, but I can still give it to you. Dear Grammy, Tonight I put lotion on the burn that the angry…
48 Hours of Writer’s Block
It is seven o'clock on Sunday night and I have been on the couch since two o'clock with a mild case of writer’s block. Which is annoying because I'm writing a book. I say "mild" because it’s not that I can’t write. It’s just that I can’t write anything that's not crap. I was trying…
Spring!
Twice a week, I babysit for an Israeli family. My job is to pick up their six-year-old son and take him home from school and play with him for two hours. This kid loves lavender. He grabs fistfuls from the bushes on the Queen Anne sidewalks and puts it in my face, then in his pocket.…
My Google Search History
I'm writing a book. It's about... just click that link. I'm halfway through a painstaking round of edits: so far, I've got through Honduras, Guatemala, El Salvador, Bulgaria, Albania, and Zambia. I'm keeping a list of everything I've fact-checked. why scary airplane landing tegucigalpa la ermita meaning honduras how dangerous ranking what's up with rebar cinderblock…
Four New Scary Things
"Do one thing every day that scares you"? Eleanor Roosevelt didn't say that. It was probably Mary Schmich, a Chicago Tribune columnist who wrote it in a 1997 essay. Whoever it was, the point stands. Last week I noted four times I did something that scared me. None of them, I had done before. Some…
Two Beers on an Empty Stomach
When you eat alone, and the restaurant is empty, you can type on your laptop and eat a whole pizza. And drink a beer too. I drink the Umbrella IPA, which I read on the wrinkled tap list is redolent of “gooseberry and bright fruit... balanced by a pale malt character.” After it's gone, I’ll…
I’m Writing a Book
I ran down the road, pants down to my knees, screaming, 'Please, come help me, that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me,' and I'm writing a novel, because it's never been done before... ...a line from Father John Misty's song "I'm Writing a Novel" I don’t get philosophical about New Year's until…
Five Days of the Longest Week of the Year in Retrospect
December 25 The longest week is December 25-31. Christmas is Christmas, and then it's the bottom of the year's exhale until the door of the new year opens. Everyone is digesting their food. It's when you finish up things that are nearly done, theoretically. I know a funny name for this week, but it's inappropriate…
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I Failed at All My Resolutions
Today is my 27th birthday. My mom just called to tell me that 27 years ago, she didn’t know if I was a boy or a girl, and I was six days late. I shuddered and said "sorry" but she said it was okay. Last year, I made these resolutions for my 26th year: Go…
The Wreck
It was my fault. Unfortunately, unlit road and dark stop sign and invisible intersection notwithstanding, it was entirely my fault. I bought an americano, proofread my essay about Poo Poo Point, and drove out of La Conner (where I always half-expect to bump into the writer Tom Robbins) for ten minutes, if that. No alcohol…