I forget the actual name of this motel, but if you’re ever in Grants Pass and need to spend the night, drive down 6th Street until you see a bear playing a bright blue bass. This is the best motel ever (except, perhaps, the Fernwood motel in Big Sur, but that is in a class… Continue reading Greetings From The Jazz Bear Motel!
Hello, hello! I’m having a hard time getting back in the swing of things, mostly because I haven’t been “in the swing” for nearly a month now. Between medical mishaps and a kamikaze social life, I’ve been pretty burned out. Reno was a great vacation though, and it was good to spend three days unwinding… Continue reading Winning Big in Reno and Other Small Accomplishments
Life has been overwhelmingly fantastic…with an emphasis on the overwhelming. I don’t think this happens to other people, but when too much intense stuff happens (even if it is good stuff!) I tend to snap. Other people weather through depressed days because too much is going wrong in their life…whereas I can spend three days… Continue reading I Guess I’m a Nomad a.k.a. Where the HECK I’ve BEEN
Greetings, all! And a merry autumn to you! I’ve finally and really returned from Portland. Although I moved out of my summer residence two weeks ago, I came home to see family and my Dad decided that he wanted to go to Portland too. So, lo and behold, I ended up going on a family… Continue reading Fall (a.k.a. Writing Season) Rolls In
Hello, all! My life has been insane, and the stress finally caught up to me. I came down sick this week and am only now recovering. Just in the knick of time too, because I’m leaving town this weekend to spend a little time out in the western Washington countryside, the tiny metropolis Portland, my… Continue reading A New Pet-Project and Travel Plans
A lot of my progressive friends talk about how we need a more sex-positive culture. One of my friends gave me a button that said just that this week: Sex +. It’s a big deal to a lot of people. You know what’s a big deal to me? Excitement. I think we need a more… Continue reading Excitement-Positive Culture
Friday morning, an old friend of mine was killed in the crosswalk just down the street. Sarah Paulson and I met in the second grade, when I was seven years old and had just moved to a new school. I didn’t have any friends, but I still remember seeing her for the first time, a… Continue reading To the Strongest of the Brave Girls