I step out of the Powell’s, an Oregonian bookshop, my new romance novel tucked neatly under my armpit; I look both ways before crossing the street to the kitty-cornered Starbucks. To my left she [...]
It’s 10am on a Sunday; I’m sitting crossed-legged in jogger-pants on a stained beige couch in Starbucks and eagerly fingering the pages of my recent Powell’s purchase. Today the black and red [...]
I was born in Connecticut, which led to eighteen years in two towns in Connecticut before: a year in Pennsylvania, two years in Massachusetts, and I still have a year in Massachusetts to come. I [...]