12
Jun
A diamond on the ferry.
He picked me up for dinner at the two-story gray Craftsman on Sixth Ave West. The one with the
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Writings
12
Jun
On Christmas cards, #MeToo, and feminism.
I am sitting at my kitchen bar with a lemon Perrier bottle next to my laptop on faux marble counters.
3 min read
12
Jun
(untitled)
Oslo. June 11, 2004 to August 5, 2017.
Oslo (a.k.a. Ch. Nike + Eden’s Seabiscuit), 13, passed away
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12
Jun
Losing Oslo.
Seattle, Washington. Wednesday, August 2, 2017. 10:52 p.m. Pacific Daylight Time.
Dearest Callie,
I am sitting on the
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12
Jun
Observations from a year on the edge.
There’s a place I go at the end of the year. That suspended, ethereal place between Christmas and New
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12
Jun
With cantaloupe, eat ice cream.
For those times when you’re pinching pennies:
One ripe cantaloupe, transported from as far away as possible. Halved, seeds
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12
Jun
For the love of good farmers.
Apples, cherries, grapes, and hops. I am fascinated with agriculture.
Wonder worked its way down my spine while I looked
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12
Jun
Wednesday, April 13. The shoes I wore to meet the architect.
Living in a trailer isn’t so bad. That’s what I like to tell myself, anyway. I moved into
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12
Jun
Saturday, March 26th. The shoes I wore to meet the builder.
Numbers are scary. Numbers signifying your weight, your blood pressure, your bank account balance, your age. Numbers, as it turns
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12
Jun
A Second Sunday. A first month.
I didn’t know of Jim Haynes until I read about him this week in Leo Hollis’s Cities Are
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