Monthly Archives: October 2013
It takes me a long time to process. I sit with things for weeks, for months, and sometimes for years before I feel like I begin to understand them. When I first met Mary, she told me that when she doesn’t know what to do, … Read more
Virginia Woolf argued that we need our own room and our own money. And she’s right, of course, though she doesn’t go far enough. We need quiet and our own thoughts. We need privacy. For a woman in a family, a woman with a child, … Read more
Leaving Hawaii broke my heart. For years, it was all I could write about. The tropics and heartbreak. I couldn’t separate them in my head, in my relationships. I’d flinch if you touched me. Even my skin felt wrong. In the cold, saltless North.
And … Read more
This weekend, I had the opportunity to speak at the Pacific Northwest Booksellers Association tradeshow in Portland. The last time I was at the PNBA tradeshow, I attended as a bookseller. I told the crowd how it had felt to shelve books in the bookstore … Read more
I was afraid of how temporary everything was when I was younger. Military bases, governments, relationships, countries. I remember the first time I read about Prussia and thought, How does power like that just disappear? Everything is temporary.
We are. Pain is. Fortune, good and … Read more