Tag Archives: A Memoir

Story That I Wanted To Hear

“I act like someone in a bomb shelter trying to raise everyone’s spirits.” Carrie Fisher I’ve spent the last month trying to write an article, my elusive book, and a serious essay, and I failed miserably on two of three. For … Continue reading

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My First Grind Corps Gran Fondo: A Memoir

First of all, let me start by saying that if you’re checking out this post hoping that I’ll have some magic formula about bike gearing and fitness about gravel rides, this post may not be for you. I’m also taking … Continue reading

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Pose This Question and Just Listen

Jean-Paul Sartre’s “Hell is other people” reflects the experience of modern day air travel. I wrote this post while stranded in Detroit, Michigan after my plane out of Lansing had a mechanical. The airline made it up to me by … Continue reading

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Winter Solstice Scarf

A plea for the spinning wheel is a plea for the dignity of labor. ~Mahatma Gandhi A few plane rides ago, a ball of yarn flew out of my lap just as we were landing. The weather was awful and … Continue reading

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Form Before Depth

This title is a common teaching of yoga teachers. Form before depth. They will tell you that everyday is a new day. Your body cannot do what it did yesterday nor has it done what you’re asking it to do … Continue reading

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To The North

There is this scene in David Peace’s Red Riding Trilogy that I can’t quit thinking about. The police are celebrating a horrendous victory. Of Corruption. Of Capitalism. Of capitalistic corruption. Patriarchy. Privilege. It’s a horrifying scene that popped into my head when … Continue reading

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400 Word Memoir: Kickball

If you had asked me when I was seven years old what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, I would have said, “Play kickball. Everyday.” Quick story about playing kickball (a memoir): Ten years ago, I … Continue reading

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In Medias Res

Always carry a notebook. And I mean always. The short-term memory only retains information for three minutes; unless it is committed to paper you can lose an idea forever. ~Will Self Many years ago, I attended a typical committee meeting as … Continue reading

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A Path Of Recent Thought

I think of this as my main blog, and I want to keep it that way for now since some people actually tune in. I don’t know who you all are, but thanks for placing your needle on the record … Continue reading

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The Great PDX Migration: A Memoir

“What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end…” ― Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried Oh the possessions I have shed! I’ve moved away from Bellingham (again), and the last few … Continue reading

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