Moldy pumpkins are for everyone||Portland

The easiest way to find a moldy pumpkin is to wait to go to Suavies Island until it has rained for at least 3 weeks straight. Drive along the country roads until you… Read More →

Yashica-Mat in your face: a love letter||Portland

Dear Yashica-Mat, I recently took you out of a drawer, dusted you off and put you on a display shelf. I wanted you to be in the light once more. My grandpa bought… Read More →

To all the stars I’ve seen before||Portland

To all the stars that I have ever seen or had a conversation with or spotted on the street or taken pictures with or talked to on the phone. When I am with… Read More →

The great mall in the sky||Airspace

Flying used to be glamourous. When I was 7, my parents took me to Disneyland and on the trip down, the flight attendants not only made my sister, cousins and I styrofoam-cup masks,… Read More →

Ryan+Eric||Portland

On a chilly fall morning in the Pearl, Ryan and Eric re-imagine their wedding day. We stop in front of old brick buildings and metal park benches and the sun finally creeps out… Read More →

My meat dress is falling down on me||Portland

Walking the two blocks to school, stepping over the cracks, watching the squirrels collect nuts, Indy revisits his dream from the previous night: Mom! Know what? ok, so. so….ok. SO I was flying… Read More →

Don’t mock the moccasin||Portland

Last month my sister travelled to New York City for work. When she came home, she reported back that some new trends had emerged in the Big Apple. In her discoveries, it was… Read More →

Goodnight & congratulations||Portland

There are days when I look forward to bedtime all day long: the moment when my children are quiet/head on pillow/eyes shut. The instant I leave their room and close the door behind me,… Read More →

The perfect candidate||Portland

I hadn’t seen the dentist for a few years, and after several months of having anxiety dreams about my teeth falling out, I finally booked an appointment to go get my grill cleaned.… Read More →

Because it just tastes good||Portland

Last week, I walked into the kitchen and Sawyer was squirting himself with Soft Scrub. He smelled like disinfectant and his shirt was covered in bleach spots, but at least he managed to aim… Read More →