I moved to New York. How does a native Oregon girl decide to leave the pine trees, Willamette River, and Powell’s to move across the country? I had dreamed for a long time about living in the city, influenced of course by visions of what the city is from movies, tv, books and music. I…
Saturday I took myself on a Christmas shopping date. I saw the huge tree in Pioneer Square, had coffee and a pastry, and walked all over the city. By the time the stores closed I was full up with loveliness, but tired and ready to go home. As I stepped off of the streetcar…
(Content warning: mental health, anxiety and depression) I’ve been struggling with what to say here, if anything. I thought that maybe it was too raw to be coherent, or using the Internet when I should just be writing in my actual journal. But then my very coherent, very Internet-appropriate thought was…”Fuck that.” Fuck that because…
It is the moment before I have to explain why I would not like a cookie, or a beer, or a bagel, but thank you. For any number of reasons my polite refusal has yielded more questions, and I am now forced to explain myself. Because I have had this conversation many times before, I…
[Confessions of a Dirty Girl: Part II] I just completed my longest solo backpacking trip to date, so a lot of people have been asking me how my week in the woods was. Unless you and I had at least half an hour to kill, I probably said something about the views being beautiful, the…