Art House America gave a home to my essay about tanning hides and divorce.
During the Eucharist, my thoughts wandered to 9/11, the widows and widowers, the families, lovers, and friends, and what this liturgical season may mean for them. I realized that my closest friends are a hodgepodge of atheists and agnostics. Our friendship has never hinged on my … Continue reading Easter Rap
I am trying to give up anger for Lent. Outrage certainly has its use, but for months–day in, day out–this stuff is whittling me to a nub. If I could smoke pot for forty days, I would. Surely this would help. I vomited on November … Continue reading Dear World,
There is a hole in my husband’s jeans from the time he climbed over a fence in rural Oregon. Rusted strands stood between him and a white farmhouse that we hoped would have gas or a person willing to give him a lift to a … Continue reading Favorite Blue Jeans
“My peers could have been models for Laura Ashley. I wanted to be like the woman in Wyoming.”
Between the gumbo and the beer, we map our funerals on a paper tablecloth at Fisherman’s Corner. Our waitress remembers us from May. “Kids are the ones who scribble on the sheet,” she says, “Aren’t you the one who bit into a pearl?” “Yeah, it’s … Continue reading A Light Lunch
Trust your creative impulses. Accept your curiosity’s invitation with the reply, Okay, I’ll try this. Hold wonder at your core, not at arm’s length. Trust that being your self looks like a patchwork quilt. Some patches are praised by many, some are known only to … Continue reading Intentional Life 101