Tag Archives: death

Kaleidoscope of life and death on the PCT

Posted on September 21, 2019 by pinklightsabre

On the fourth day we rested only a couple hours from the last camp, still in the burn area. It was already getting hot by mid morning and I got there before Brad, eager to secure a camp. There was … Continue reading →

Posted in death, writing | Tagged death, hiking, Memoir, pacific northwest, PCT, writing | 13 Comments

Letters and passageways (5): trial runs

Posted on September 15, 2019 by pinklightsabre

This is a series of rewritten journal entries from the summer I spent in the south of France, the first entry here. You wear it on your body, and you don’t even know what it means? Allanah grated potatoes onto … Continue reading →

Posted in identity, Memoir, writing | Tagged creative nonfiction, death, John Pearse, journal writing, loss, symbols, travel, William Pearse writer | 4 Comments

Song for late summer

Posted on August 28, 2019 by pinklightsabre

The kids take pictures of me napping at unflattering angles. The first colors of fall start along the highway: the pink-purple fireweed against the green, the coming yellows and browns. Those black spruces leaning in the muskeg, long patches of … Continue reading →

Posted in prose, travel, writing | Tagged creative nonfiction, death, journal writing, Memoir, mindfulness, pacific northwest, short form, spirituality, stream-of-consciousness, travel, William Pearse writer | 18 Comments

The first death

Posted on April 25, 2019 by pinklightsabre

The dog’s warm tongue on my cheek, the den by the window where the sun comes in to expose the hair on my carpet, the dust on the lamps, the dirt on my legs from the morning’s hike. Going up … Continue reading →

Posted in death, Memoir, parenting, prose, writing | Tagged creative nonfiction, death, essay, identity, midlife crisis, spirituality, William Pearse writer | 19 Comments

The sandtrap

Posted on January 22, 2019 by pinklightsabre

There was not much new to the new year now, it seemed. Driving across the state, I ate a bag of wasabi-flavored smoked almonds in about 30 minutes, taking it by the handful, popping them one by one, wiping the … Continue reading →

Posted in prose, writing | Tagged death, journal writing, mid-life crisis, prose, short form, stream-of-consciousness, William Pearse writer, writers block | 9 Comments

Ham on rye

Posted on November 12, 2018 by pinklightsabre

In the lobby at the recreational cannabis dispensary they were putting up a Christmas tree, and in the shop where a sign says Enter Here and Pay Here everyone looked confused, and I asked about the CBD vs. THC combination, … Continue reading →

Posted in Memoir, parenting, writing | Tagged Charles Bukowski, creative nonfiction, death, humor, midlife crisis, pacific northwest, parenting, sentimentality, William Pearse writer | 18 Comments

‘Wax and wane’

Posted on October 30, 2018 by pinklightsabre

By the time we got to the end of October I was done with it. The Halloween decals on the windows, the witches and skulls…it seemed to go on forever, like it should have been over by now. The skeleton … Continue reading →

Posted in death, writing | Tagged aging, Cocteau Twins, death, Halloween, journal writing, Memoir, mid-life crisis, prose, Scotland, sentiment, short form, stream-of-consciousness, William Pearse writer | 14 Comments