Category Archives: family
I find myself blessed to have a number of friends and a number of values and not so many friends who share my values. This is just fine most days of the week. I can be as Spain before the inquisition, enjoying a real peace among people who are really different from me. Occasionally something gets to me and I write a post like this.
One point of difference between me and many of my hip friends is the matter of choice. In particular my distaste for the predominant idea that we are, and aught to be free to make our own individual choice to our own individual benefit about every single thing from personal sized ice cream treats to whether or not to care for a dying relative. Read the rest of this entry
We were on Bainbridge Island visiting the extended family of my sweetheart. We got there after dark, let ourselves in and found a frozen lasagna and a Murder She Wrote marathon.
In the morning the sun rose over a panorama of Seattle and far off mountains that seem covered in more snow then I have seen in several years.
I looked around the room we woke up in and Read the rest of this entry
All she wants to eat is peanut butter.
I’m trying to figure out breakfast on my ten minutes off the line of a busy french bakery. Peanut butter.
I’m trying to participate in an adult discussion about pizza toppings. Peanut butter.
I’m crying alone in my bed at night, feeling like everything is caving in and I am never going to be any use to myself or anyone else…
I live in a yard, in a lovely shed with a sliding glass door and one perfect window. It was insulated by a friend who lived there before me. She had fabric hanging from the ceiling because she hadn’t perfected drywall when she did the ceiling and she said looking at it reminded her of constant failure. That sort of thing doesn’t bother me the same way, so their is no fabric hanging from my ceiling. Read the rest of this entry
Two cars up from me on a train headed to California there are two teenage girls travelling alone. I saw them in Portland chain smoking down to the last millisecond of the stop. When the train started again I was in the throws of Rhiannon Argo’s “Girls I’ve Run Away With.”
In Salem I looked up from the last paragraph with tears in my eyes. Salem, which funny enough, Read the rest of this entry
Hello and happy birthday, I am 29 years old today and would like to give each of you and your grown up friends a copy of this novel I wrote in November.Since I don’t know a lot of you yet and in one hour it won’t be a birthday present anymore, I am settling with giving you a link. Read the rest of this entry
One of my grandfathers was the sheriff of Tacoma. He was stern, awnry or cruel depending on who you talked to. Folks tried to kill him or at least scare him in a drive-by shooting at his home in the early sixties. My mother was the only person downstairs and to this day won’t sit with her back to a window. My grandpa was not scared or dead.
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I was riding my bike from Portland to Eugene.
It’s not the longest ride but it’s not the shortest either.
In Oregon anyone can walk or bike on any road even the main several lane freeway that cuts down through the off center of the state. We weren’t taking that route though. We were taking two lane highways;
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