Errata

English 413

This was a senior-level English poetry class I got into as a sophomore. We met in a log cabin on-campus and sat in a circle, facing each other, as we read our poems and critiqued one another. One night we… Read More ›

Lies

When I met my friend Pete, he asked if I could sing. I lied and said yes, I did – which was part truth and part lie. The truth was I did sing – but whether I could sing was… Read More ›

Contact

I got a comment on one of my posts this week from a guy in Texas. It made me realize I need to be comfortable with strangers reading about my life. But then it dawned on me, that’s the whole… Read More ›

Back to Work

The week started with a blow-out on I-90. Unless it’s a sale, “blow-out” is not a good word. It can also refer to diapers. I got going in the dark, wind, and rain at 6:15 a.m., hoping to get a… Read More ›

Bookends

It’s fitting this should end with a hangover, on my last day before I go back to work. The cell phone went off a record five times this morning: – Ramin, wanting to meet at the Museum of Flight –… Read More ›

Dark

The wind is coming in from the south today, and sounds like the ocean when it’s going out. Pine needles are everywhere. This is the time of year marked by a moodiness in the northwest, when we all comment about… Read More ›