I My high school chemistry teacher, Mr. Jarl, used to hypothesize the involvement of “god, or whoever you believe in,” as he taught the mysterious phenomena of attraction and architecture of chemical bonds. I loved his phrase and all it evoked. And I love, with abandon, those unexplained events—maybe chemical, maybe magnetic, maybe metaphysical—that have […]Read Post ›
This year—2017—I sensed, early on, it’d be the kind of year that would go best if I gave the horse her head & let her run. I was starting a full-time job, snow had stalled the Pacific Northwest, we were about to have this new… president. So I loosened the reins. I left my stash […]Read Post ›
Yesterday was the Holiday Cheer book fair at the Oregon Historical Society. I was there with my book of poetry & Portland photography, and I can’t believe, after nearly 20 years in Oregon, more than 10 of which were in Portland, that I’d never been to OHS! Please go sometime, if you haven’t been—it’s a […]Read Post ›
Rediscovered these first lines to a novel I once started: “It’s hard to know how I got here, where here is, or even how long it’s been. I guess the only thing I know these days are the facts.” I had a pretty good laugh when I came across that little tidbit in my old […]Read Post ›
When you’ve decided to go the self-publishing route, as I have, you cut out the middle man: The “Book Publisher.” You also cut out the agent and maybe even the editor. That doesn’t mean they stop talking to you, er, they are you. When 5 o’clock is approaching and the book still isn’t ready to […]Read Post ›
