What They Want for Us

When someone dies, we tell a lot of stories. We tell stories about our encounters with the dead person, the jokes they told, the way they saw the world. These stories help us hold on to our memories and keep the person alive. We also tell stories about what they would...

A Good Man, and Now He’s Gone

My friend and former student Mark Chambers died on 4/20/15 at 4:20pm. He was 61 and had been living with ALS for three years. One summer day fourteen years ago, he photographed me as I shaved my head and got a henna tattoo. He also took one of the best portraits of my...

Mark Chambers, 1954-2015

From 1993 to 2009, I taught English at community colleges in the Puget Sound region. Once in a while I run into or communicate with a former student, though I would really only say I made friends with one or two of them. Mark Chambers took my poetry workshop twice....

The Cobbler’s Children Have No Shoes

As a copywriter, I have as much a need as any online entrepreneur to create vivid, engaging language that communicates the value of what I do to a public eager to buy my services. As an expert, it can be difficult to ask for help from another writer. If I were a...

Three Sentences

If I’m going to be a drinker, I’m going to have to be a binge drinker, because I like to feel inebriated as well as take in delicious flavors and I’m trying to maintain my womanish figure despite the negative connotations to “womanish”...