Our neighborhood school is blocks from home, in a perfect world with sidewalks and crossing guards.
The morning walk is always a rush to beat the bell. My nose pushes forward, my arms are held back. The girls are cold or hot or tired with hoods drawn too tight and feet dragging. Continue reading
My husband’s old boss was a big Prince fan so I made a little mix for his birthday. I stayed away from the obvious hits like Raspberry Beret and Kiss. The mix was playful, a little Head here, some Darling Nikki there, I felt pretty good about it and his boss seemed to love it. He was eager to share his own mix and I was flattered because nothing’s hotter than swapping Prince with your husband’s boss. Continue reading
1. Ashley Armitage, Image of Jill and Chase at Lake Washington 2. Pistils Nursery, FERN KOKEDAMA ‘STRING GARDEN’ 3. Orla Kiely, Croc Applique Leather Bonnie Bag 4. Topshop, JENNA Slingback Shoes 5. Nasty Gal, Flora & Fauna Jeweled Shades 6. Gucci Cruise 2016, Silk chiffon embroidered gown 7. Pistils Nursery, Herbivore Botanicals DEAD SEA BATH SALTS 8. Inaluxe, Fine art print reproduction of acrylic painting by Kristina Sostarko, New Dawn 9. Harley Weir for Vogue Paris April 2016, Dolce & Gabbana 10. Amanda Charchian, Ginger Entanglement
Saffron Colonial serves English and Colonial breakfasts.
That means a real Full English and they do it right with mushrooms, beans, tomatoes and all. I couldn’t wait to try my favorite Colonial breakfast staples like Sour Rabbit and Potato Dumplings with Cold Grapefruit Soup. Or a big hearty bowl of mush and molasses.
That’s what Colonial means right? Like how the places in New England use it?
That’s what the owner, Sally Krantz, told the Oregonian, “A lot of people are confused. Colonial is used on a lot of things: to describe a period of time with food, architecture and literature…It seems like some people have confused that word with American slavery.” Continue reading
Saturday mornings are my time to wake up early and write in the bathroom.
The laptop sits on a barstool in front of the toilet.
Eight cups of coffee, slam.
I wash my hands, turn the fan to high, close the toilet lid and open my browser to find #freekesha all over the place. Continue reading
She was safe as long as I could hear her laugh. Continue reading
Back in 2000, when Hillary first ran for Senate, I knew that I’d be voting her into the White House. I’ve been waiting sixteen years. Continue reading
After a hard-fought battle to keep Barbie freakishly Malibu, the people at Mattel finally got the memo.
Barbie’s 2016 Fashionistas provide children with 4 body types, 7 skin tones, 22 eye colors, 24 hairstyles, varying fashion-sense and J-Law as Punk Mom 2016. In fact, the Evolution of Barbie looks like it might have happened in Portland and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Continue reading
I remember 2010 as my favorite year for new music. Grizzly Bear’s Veckatimist, Beach House’s Teen Dream, Gorillaz Plastic Beach and Massive Attack’s Heliogland made it the best year of my life. It was a personal gift from the postpartum gods. Continue reading
The cattown murders 