The Past We Avoid…

From my Dissolve Series: Cave Painting III. Almost every evening here in Oregon, a family of deer appears in my front yard. I watch them out my living room windows. "Deer TV". Recently two fawns have joined the full-grown deer, trailing happily behind their mothers. I was walking from the house through the woods to my yurt studio one morning, and on the path was one of the fawns. Its stomach…

It’s Not One Size Fits All

A few weeks ago, I met up a social worker in her 40s in Portland who worked with at-risk youth. She was interested in writing a book. We talked about the writing process and she told me a bit about her work with addicted teens. "I admire that you're able to do that kind of work. I've tried, and it emotionally overwhelms me," I told her. "Oh no, you could do…

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