The Absence of X.

I spent twelve days doing nothing but coughing, and then the coughing changed. Instead of accompanying my every move (ha, move is possibly not the correct word since I was barely getting out of bed), the coughing became intermittent: a visitor, not a roommate. Its...

So I have this chocolate shop…

Ten relevant pieces of information: 1) I am a chocolatier! 2) Or, I suppose, technically speaking, I am a chocolatière. There is just no way to say that in English that doesn’t sound ridiculous. A Lady Chocolate Maker? Oh my. 3) Though, since I do not know if I...

Speaking to the fog.

Last week Liz McGowen wrote a terrific post called Tina and the Troll. It was inspired by some of my wacky conversations with monsters. And it’s fascinating, because she borrowed my concept of using a negotiator to mediate the hard parts and took it somewhere...

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...
The Fluent Self