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

• Guest Post: Top 3 records of 2015 so far

  By Bill Pearse on March 4, 2015 • ( 14 )

  I am still working through music my dear friend Anthony has shared with me over the past 10 years — I think I asked him to stop in 2008, so I could catch up. This week, I asked Anthony if… Read More ›

• Climbing cocks, steep peaks, dry tools (2)

  By Bill Pearse on March 3, 2015 • ( 8 )

  Brad and I camp in the snow by an abandoned hunter’s cabin up Black Canyon with my dog Ginger, who puts her nose in Brad’s eye and causes it to swell up like a walnut because Brad’s convinced there’s foreign… Read More ›

• My empire of dirt: Cash, R.I.P.

  By Bill Pearse on February 26, 2015 • ( 20 )

  The day Johnny Cash died was a Friday and I woke the same as any day at 6 AM to the local radio station, and lay there in bed for one, two, then three songs before I realized something was… Read More ›

• Just for us

  By Bill Pearse on February 25, 2015 • ( 18 )

  

  The moon is hanging on by a nail and we are all bound to fall that way too, to rise in the morning and repeat the same cycle: to expand and recede, sometimes close to Earth, sometimes obscured. They make… Read More ›

• 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 ›