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Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.

• FitBit burned a hole in my head

  By Bill Pearse on February 24, 2015 • ( 30 )

  I got a FitBit for some reason I’m not clear on: my dad suggested it, like when you recommend something to someone to help justify it for yourself, and my wife left hers at a friend’s house who then lost it… Read More ›

• Don’t start at the beginning

  By Bill Pearse on February 22, 2015 • ( 40 )

  I put my kids in front of the computer to watch “E.T.” as a generational experiment, to see if it takes. Right away, Charlotte (7) starts firing off questions: Who’s that? Where are they going? Is he a bad guy? The… Read More ›

• Working on leaving the living (2)

  By Bill Pearse on February 21, 2015 • ( 17 )

  

  As I’m nearing my 500th post, and re-entering the job market as a writer after a 20+ year detour, I’m sharing a few stories of working for small publications in the early 90s, on the east coast. Blog title HT… Read More ›

• Americans just think they can go anywhere

  By Bill Pearse on February 20, 2015 • ( 31 )

  

  It’s part of what makes us great and OK, sometimes arrogant, self-important, disrespectful: the fact we think we can go anywhere in the world, just show up, and do what we want or buy what we want, sometimes just by… Read More ›

• Working on leaving the living (1)

  By Bill Pearse on February 14, 2015 • ( 11 )

  As I’m nearing my 500th post, and re-entering the job market as a writer after a 20+ year detour, I’m sharing a few stories of working for small publications in the early 90s, on the east coast. Blog title HT… Read More ›

• Acting School

  By Bill Pearse on February 12, 2015 • ( 10 )

  She lied about being on the pill for reasons that later became clear. She had bad hair, hair stuck in the 80s, but we were starting the 90s. And then she was diagnosed with a fatal disease, a disease I… Read More ›

• The first step is to turn the main breaker off

  By Bill Pearse on February 10, 2015 • ( 18 )

  I parse out just enough cat nip for one of the cats to get off, but not both, and let them duke it out like Siamese fighting fish, all hisses and rear leg strokes fanning the guts, fangs, stoned-out faces,… Read More ›

• Put yourself in a box and sell yourself

  By Bill Pearse on February 9, 2015 • ( 30 )

  The identity crisis I’m facing comes to bear most at the elementary school drop-off corral. We live in a rich area. People are in a hurry, late for yoga, conveying updates via mobile devices, voice-recognition apps, distracted, caffeinated, made-up. I… Read More ›

• All this could be yours: being yourself on LinkedIn

  By Bill Pearse on February 7, 2015 • ( 17 )

  

  I didn’t know how easy it was to post a blog on LinkedIn until early Monday, and I had about 20 minutes to write my first before I had to get the kids up for school. LinkedIn, through its Kevin… Read More ›

• The Grandfather Tree

  By Bill Pearse on February 5, 2015 • ( 13 )

  It’s the Fourth of July and we’re an hour north of Spokane in Eastern Washington, where it’s hot. Brad drew a map showing the way to his cabin, through gates and pathways in the forest. We’re not sure we’re at… Read More ›