Do we need to sacrifice a chicken here?

I sincerely hope not. That would suck. Especially since I’m a vegetarian. Especially since tomorrow is the Friday Chicken and I’m certainly not sacrificing that one. Okay. This is not really a post. This is really more just a sustained kvetching session...

An itty-bitty personal ad.

Confession: my obsession with writing personal ads for things that no one would ever write a personal ad for is spinning slightly out of control. First I wrote a personal ad for my ideal home… which is how I came to live at Hoppy House. Hoppy House! I love Hoppy...

Unexpected kindness.

There’s a dry cleaning place in downtown Portland with this sign on its door: “If you are unemployed and need an outfit cleaned, we will clean it for you for free.” The idea isn’t unique, but that doesn’t matter. It’s still a...

Wormholes in memory.

Note: I am on my emergency vacation. This is a piece I wrote a few months ago and never did anything with. Waiting for the right window, I guess. Maybe it’s today. Sometimes I think there are wormholes in memory. Back doors. The other day I had a flash of...

Triggers.

Observation number one: Having a moth fly into your ear and not be able to get out is quite unpleasant. Observation number two: But what’s so much more unpleasant is not knowing that it’s a moth and thinking you have gone crazy. Completely and irrevocably....
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