The last time I wrote about losing someone it took nearly a year to get it on the page, and I hardly wrote anything else during that time. I've lost someone again, but I can't wait a year to write this time. In fact the people I have lost would entreat me not to. So before… Continue reading Before I give you the rest
A piece written for Matador Network. I MOVED TO SEATTLE from Berkeley four months before my dad died from cancer. I would have stayed.
Two years ago Maria and Michael bought a seaside rambler in Sequim so they could have somewhere to get out of the city on weekends. I'm happy to hop in the van and tag along on those weekends. It's a chance to realign. On a Thursday we take the ferry from Edmonds to Kingston and ride… Continue reading Appreciating the Stillness of Sequim, WA
I both love and am terrified of the ocean. Everyday people ask me, "Have you gone for a swim yet?" and I'm afraid to admit that I'm scared of the water, that when I can't touch the sandy bottom anymore I panic and I'm sure I will drown. Not seeing the bottom, feeling my toes… Continue reading Something in the Water