Sculpting Story

One day in 1999, as I was walking down a filthy sidewalk on Manhattan’s Lower East Side, I avoided stepping on a neon pink flyer. It said, “Learn to Weld.” As an aspiring artist and fan of the movie Flashdance, welding seemed sexy. I pursued it. I contacted the school. The administrator said the class […]

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And then you know

It happened on September 31st at 35,000 feet. I was hit by lightning. No one else on the plane noticed. It was a feeling entirely inside my body and it shook me. I started to cry, which was a little awkward because I wasn’t watching a movie or looking at my phone. Luckily there was […]

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Thankful for her story

Today I want to tell someone else’s story. I met her on the bus. I don’t know her name. She is an attractive older woman with a cute dark bob and an a great shade of lipstick. I often see her riding the 9:05 a.m. C line from West Seattle to Downtown. I have listened […]

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Making shit up

The phone rang. She picked it up and looked at the screen. “Finally.” She hit ignore and went back to eating her sandwich. There was a knock at the door. Mid-bite she breathed out hard through her nose and stood up to answer the door, taking her sandwich along for the ride. She opened the […]

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Princess of over-sharing

I don’t consider you a close friend until you’ve spent some time with my father. No one can really know me until they have met him. Shall I introduce you? In the photo above, my dad, Charles is hanging out with me at my 3rd birthday party. It’s one of my earliest memories, and a […]

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Dear Young Miss

On Friday night my daughter was spending the night at Grandma’s, and my husband and I were on out for a date night. We had tickets to see a friend’s band at Neumos on Capitol Hill. We arrived at will call and our hearts sank as we saw the lineup. The band we were there […]

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The Dangers of Org Porn

You know that feeling. You stop flipping or clicking and stare at the photograph. It makes your pulse quicken. Your mouth waters. Your cheeks flush. Then the guilt begins to set in. For men this might be a photo of flesh. For many of us women, it’s a bookshelf organized by color. Or perhaps a […]

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