Category Archives: My Life

another new year? i’ll take it.

Yesterday I saw posts a flurry on the facebooks and twitters about the importance of so many 1′s in the date. Despite being a little bummed that the apocalypse didn’t happen as scheduled for viewing with a friend at 1:11 1:11 ’11, I realized this morning that much of what had been stressing me out

Why Photography?

Recently, I found myself wondering why it is I photograph. It’s something I’ve wanted to re-engage with, without really knowing why. And I needed a strong connection to make the time for it I’d need to commit. I was surprised at my self-serving reply: to find myself, or a place for myself, in this world

a perfectionist at 12

Another one from the archives. 3.26.08. Funny how fast we grow and life changes in a year. Would be embarrassing if it weren’t honesty. when i was 8 i wanted braces – i’d make my own with paper clips. when i was 10 i wanted contacts – i’d suck on ice and put it in

desert poem

From the archives. 2.3.08 if i’d have known you as a Saguero, i’d have hunted for your flowers at night: suckled stamina, swam in scents, and kissed each sweetly good night – before they close in morning (for eternity?) if i’d have known you as a Vampire, i’d have been seduced into the quagmire of

therapy = no health insurance

This has turned out to be a doozy of a week. First, a client of mine laid off all contractors and cut back employees. Very sad despite how much cut backs were expected. Then I received a letter from ODS saying that I was declined the health insurance I applied for over a month ago,

4th grade rerun

9. I’m in my 9th year in Portland. And it doesn’t seem quite right. I remember giving Joe his birthday present: 23 Reasons Joe Rocks oh, a couple of years ago. So how did he just turn 30? Nine years, really? If I take liberties with time (which I can as a writer in this