Seattle, How Have You Put Up With Me So Long?

Seattle, How Have You Put Up With Me So Long?

My brother and sister and I arrived in Seattle on August 14, 1976. We were joining our mother, who had driven across the country and rented a house in Wedgwood. Bus rides in Seattle cost $.20. Our bus was the #7 View Ridge/Blue Streak, not to be confused with the...
Why I Write WITH Instead of FOR

Why I Write WITH Instead of FOR

You know how sometimes a familiar word starts sounding alien, and you get stuck repeating it over and over trying to taste your own alienation until it snaps back to normality? With is not one of those words. With always feels soft and familiar. With is a padded plus...
The Pernicious Influence of the Sixties

The Pernicious Influence of the Sixties

Sometimes I say some really stupid shit. In the vein of “you always hurt the one you love,” the closer the person I’m talking about or to is to me, the stupider the shit. Recently, I was reminded of a really stupid thing I’d said about my...
Pants Optional: A Memoir

Pants Optional: A Memoir

A parlor game we play in my circle is What’s the Title of Your Autobiography? My husband: It’s a Steve Thing, You Wouldn’t Understand. My friend Jon: Can We Stop Here First? The J.D. Story. My father thought his memoir should be called The Man Who...
Who Am I to Say?

Who Am I to Say?

Self-confidence battles self-loathing, self-criticism, and/or self doubt in most of the entrepreneurs I know. That takes a lot of energy, and it robs energy from these entrepreneurs doing what they do best: Their life’s work. I am speaking for those I talk to on...