Tag Archives: Capitol Hill

‘Something out of nothing’

Posted on February 26, 2018 by pinklightsabre

On the twenty-first floor of the Grand Hyatt hotel I stood at the window in my bathrobe looking out at the high-rises and cranes above, mountains in the distance and ferryboats, all the people looking back in at us. I … Continue reading →

Posted in Memoir, parenting, writing | Tagged Capitol Hill, Hamilton, humor, journal writing, Memoir, mid-life crisis, Modest Mouse, parenting, post punk, Seattle, William Pearse writer | 19 Comments

The ancient art of eating glass

Posted on November 21, 2016 by pinklightsabre

I got in the slot on the offramp at the exit I used to take for work, turned left on 1st past the strip club, the pot shops, the Alaskan outfitter Filson—parked at my old office, climbed the steps to … Continue reading →

Posted in musings, writing | Tagged Capitol Hill, creative nonfiction, Easy Street Records, humor, Joy Division, Memoir, Seattle, West Seattle | 17 Comments

Five leaves left

Posted on October 6, 2016 by pinklightsabre

When I met Shana at the airport it was late October, almost three years since she left Seattle. I still didn’t have a car so I rented one, which seemed nicer than making her ride the bus. The last time … Continue reading →

Posted in musings, writing | Tagged Capitol Hill, creative nonfiction, Memoir, Mt Rainier, relationships, Seattle, Six Arms, theater, William Burroughs, William Pearse writer, work-life balance, writing | 12 Comments

Nine leaves left

Posted on October 5, 2016 by pinklightsabre

Dawn said come hell or high water, you better be working by September (that was April), but she doesn’t really talk that way, in italics, it sounds worse than it is. We were between low pressure systems spinning off Vancouver island … Continue reading →

Posted in travel, writing | Tagged 90s nostalgia, Capitol Hill, creative nonfiction, humor, McMenamins, Memoir, Pill Hill, Seattle, Six Arms, south of France, tramontane, William Pearse writer | 31 Comments

I sat with the same sadness I fell in love with

Posted on July 18, 2016 by pinklightsabre

The buzz of some lawn equipment and jets overhead, when it stops the birds fill in. The hammock between two ponderosa pines on the outskirts of our property, a two-person version that kind of swallows you, I hold my book … Continue reading →

Posted in musings, writing | Tagged Capitol Hill, creative nonfiction, KEXP, Leon Berman, Memoir, mid-life crisis, pacific northwest, parenting, Philadelphia, Seattle, Shake the Shack, The Fall, William Pearse writer | 15 Comments

The January of summer

Posted on July 11, 2016 by pinklightsabre

I cooked a chili and thought about starting a fire inside. July is the January of summer, right smack in the middle, that can last as long as you want it to depending on your attitude, and whether or not … Continue reading →

Posted in humor, musings | Tagged antiques, Capitol Hill, cats, creative nonfiction, dogs, expats, German culture, Memoir, parenting, postaday, Seattle, travel, William Pearse writer, writing | 17 Comments

Maps are approximations

Posted on June 4, 2013 by pinklightsabre

Man sketches Earth: Earth bears us up, draws us down Man gives names to things, to own: “Elliot Bay.” “Mercer Island.” The land and the water meet where the people come, But the land needs no name.

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