Electrolicious

Last night I fell asleep early, having been carried to bed after Andreas bathed and oiled my feet. He said the process made him feel like Jesus. If he was Jesus, then I was definitely blessed.
It was warm last night, so I woke up and opened the door at one point to let in […]

This weekend I attended a writing workshop in Portland. I stuck out like a pink-tipped, sore thumb, but not really in a bad way. I was a little bit younger than the other writers (the bulk were in the 35-45 range), and since of course I look and act even younger than I am, I […]

I’m celebrating the 10 year anniversary of my relationship with my favorite armchair. Exactly a decade ago I was dating an over-caffeinated stylish fellow who had the nicest furniture I’d ever seen. At my then-house (Tha Muthaship), our couch was a dilapidated hand-me-down that came from my high school boyfriend’s older brother’s college house. It […]

Tonight I got a phone call from an old friend in San Francisco who wanted to let me know that an old-time acquaintance of ours was on his death bed stricken with AIDS.
The news threw me back to exactly 8 years ago, a weekend in January 1997. The weekend of my housewarming in the Lower […]

I must take it as more than coincidence that in the span of a day, I had two different people tell me that I’m intimidating.
My first reaction is to think, “Intimidating?! Me?” What’s intimidating about by a semi-soft, nearsighted copywriter? I sit on a computer all day, people! I have crooked teeth, too many beauty […]

Having just finished my first year of college, the summer of 1994 found me looking to take a step up in my career. I’d spent a few months toddler-wrastling for a daycare, but really wanted to ascend to the world of retail … the cash register and lack of juice breaks made it seemed more […]

Saturday night I went to go see my old friend Laura Etling perform with her band, Soul Provider. They’re a 12-piece gang of funk that plays ’60s and ’70s soul. It was good. Really good.
My date for the evening was my hoop. As I walked down the street towards the bar, two scruffy guys with […]

Six years ago today, I was just waking up and finalizing my plans for New Years Eve. I was headed to a party called “Oberon’s Palace” that evening, and had been preparing for over six weeks, abstaining from my most favorite intoxicant so that I could guarantee that I would be really, thoroughly, completely delerious […]

When I look back at the four years I spent writing for Lotus, which was for all intents and purposes my MFA in Narrative Non-Fiction, the theme that is apparent in nearly all my writing is an at times desperate effort to inspire the people who were reading the magazine. Perhaps this was in part […]

I was about to turn 21 when I met inspiration.
The night we met, he asked me what I did.
I said I was a student.
He asked me, no, what did I really do.
I told him I was a writer, which was the first time I’d introduced myself as such or comprehended that I was anything of […]