Toshiko Takaezu: Closed forms & Vocation

Recently a friend sent out the lovely idea to spend some time learning something about an artist rather than feeling mad, bad or sad about our country’s current leadership. Agreed. And so in my lap was placed the work of Toshiko Takaezu.  She may have chosen Toshiko because Hawaii was my current location, and that…

A different Advent celebration.

Christmas has always contained some amount of stress. Panic sprung as the wave washed over and traditions were left floating in the sea of life around me, left behind perhaps to be picked up next year. There’s the advent calendar that didn’t get attended to daily.  There are the books never read, the movie we forgot to watch, the…

Being Silenced

This post is about being a female in the United States.  It’s different here than in other places, because we expect that we will be treated a certain way:  with equality.  But it is not different here than other places in that our country by and large is run by older, usually white men.  And…

Administrative Superpowers

Originally posted on ChezWhat?:
Consider;  an executive without a desk, a zookeeper with animals but no habitats, an actor with no stage, a pilot with no cockpit.  Instead, the executive has a suitcase, the zookeeper has a large fenced area where animals roam intermingled, the actor has his body and the pilot has a seat…

Worlds apart

Originally posted on ChezWhat?:
it is good to hear the tale of someone who has met success by being inspired and following through.  -David Adamshick The fluorescent lights always buzzed. Sometimes, after being there for a long time, I wore them like a heavy coat I couldn’t wait to take off at home. The plastic…

Playing Candyland.

When a 6-year old calls out to you, “Let’s play Candyland!”, how do you respond? Someone in our house is continually trying to throw Candyland away.  Trying to convince the kids they are “too old for Candyland,”  (whaaat?) Perhaps the most important part of my job these days is saying, “Ok, Candyland, not Uno?” and…

Rarified Places: Kalmykia

The cars in the industrial grease and creosote smelling stations had names on their sides of strange places.  One such place was “Dagestan”.  My silly mind went to Doggystan. This Russian train is clearly marked to go to Moscow, which was the hub for nearly all this 11-time-zone spanning country. Amidst all the metal, people,…

El Camino

Not much interested in bucket lists. It is enough to live right among family and friends, it is enough.  I have little girls who fill my days with coils of silly giggles falling around them as they play in myriad imaginative ways when reunited after school.  I have a puppy who needs walks and a…

Going back…

I can’t recall how long ago it was, I realized that I really, really really needed to practice being thankful more in order to… I don’t know, fill in the blank, not be angry (long story), be nicer, be more patient, forgive myself, take time to play with the kids… etc. The usual suspects. And…

Political Correctness (a repost from 2005)

Published in 2005, long before Portlandia… If you have ever listened to Dandy Warhols or listened to Damali Ayo talk about Portland types, it’s clear that I am not alone in noticing Portland types are often a sort of..different. I say this with love, I am a Portlander and I work with Portland “types”.  Recently…