Night Out

Vic and I are at Malaprop’s Bookstore and Cafe in BigCity, NC when the torrential downpour begins. As a native Oregonian, the rain is my second skin but I will confess that there is nothing [...]

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There are no words. Agitation and restlessness can be the death of a writer. Forward-thinking for a nonfiction writer carries similar risks. There are only so many words for speculation before it [...]

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“Are you allergic to everything?” This from three-year-old Drew, my friend Britt’s daughter. I have just offered her my fortune cookie from my Chicken Curry take-out dish. Drew has the pale skin [...]