My friends have a newborn daughter. I have a new phone. Continue reading

Wednesday night, in a barely-marked bar that predates the speakeasy trend, I told a story about turning 16. Continue reading

Bumbershoot, 2001.

We stood on the edge of the International Fountain’s bowl, staring. Curious. We were new to town, the three of us, and while we had native friends nearby, only we appreciated the novelty.

Seattle Center. The center of Seattle, in some unknown way. Debating as we watched the jets shoot out, wondering if any water was actually sliding down the dome’s side, or if it all flew outwards. No matter how long we stared, we couldn’t come to a consensus, which left only one solution.

We were going in. Continue reading

There was a bar. There was a band.

Until this week. Continue reading