Harshmellow: Seattle Traffic
I exited McCaw Hall with my arm around my daughter’s shoulders. It was one of those gorgeous, golden autumn days that make you forget the...
Pay to Play
Or, What I Did on My Summer Vacation. Remember the ’80s, when bands had to pay clubs to play? As a woman, and as a...
Perfectly Safe
In the white, liberal, upper middle-class circles I usually inhabit, safety trumps all other values. Helicopter parenting has become the standard for responsible parenting, despite...
Summer of Silence
Last summer was all about the festival. I walked down the street to the Fremont Solstice Fair, traveled to a remote fjord in Iceland for...
Bunny Fear
No other animal had ever inspired in me so much fear; not the neighbor’s dog that chased me into the house when I was three;...