I’m not what you call, “A normal person.” My priorities are, in order: 1. My daughter 2. My husband 3. My writing 4. Everything else I wake up early, work like a dog, get my daughter out of bed, throw some food at her and then whisk her away to school. It’s lucky for her…
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I was thinking about fire this morning. About building fires, exactly. My dad is a master fire-builder, splitting piney logs until they looked like matchsticks, layering them horizontal, crossing each other to make a tiny roofless house, newspaper always in the middle. Of course he talks the whole time, figuring the placement of each element…
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Because I am a writer. Because I want to make a difference. Because I really care about people and the world. Because my checking account is at $136.00 Because I have always loved telling stories. Because I have already lived a thousand lives inside my own head. Because I really can make a difference. Because…
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If you simultaneously thought that this was the stupidest title of an article in the universe AND knew you had to read it just to make sure I got everything right, you are in the right place. Welcome home, Oregonian. You and I are from a better state than them all. There is something about…
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