Writings in the Raw
I'm thrilled to share that a series of my 100-word stories have been published in the spring issue of Oracle Fine Arts Review, a wonderful journal published by the University of South Alabama, and edited by the force of nature that is Karie Fugett. (If you haven't yet, you really need to read "Needs a Miracle" in Hermeneutic Chaos Literary Journal. It's gorgeous.)
Cover art by Micah Mermilliod
In two weeks, I've been from the Colorado snow to the Palm Desert. I've worn cowboy boots and biked with saddlebags. The clip of life does not slow down, and sometimes that's a good thing.
Got lost on campus. Ran a 5k in Santa Cruz. Contemplated Shabbat. And, finally, announced Play On Words' new partnership with Cafe Stritch! Can't wait to promote our next show.
That's not a filter you're seeing: it's the lovely summer haze of Europe--waiting for us on the horizon.
The rainclouds are rare and beautiful. I hope they stay awhile.
The weirdest thing about working in a corporate office park is waiting for things to get torn down and rebuilt. We work in a liminal space. At least the birds will be okay.
NPR Live in Concert, I love you.
Current jam: "Carousel Ride," by Rubblebucket.
Doodle themes include: jumpsuits (again), construction (still), Seattle, Adirondack chairs.
The building where I work is surrounded in a sea of construction, which makes the bike ride to work a little more challenging. From my bicycle I can see the way these changes affect the local wildlife.
Today is the first day of spring. As of this week, we have some exciting new developments in the world of Play On Words. That, and I'm finally well enough to bike to work again, which makes my whole body sing.
When a car reaches 100,000 miles, don't you expect confetti to pop out of its tires?
Eight weeks in to my doodle experiment, I realized I don't really know how to draw.
Sorry, Dad. I'll try again.
Totally not intended as a phallic symbol, and yet:
Today's doodle: Kleenex vs. the forces of gravity. That, and I just realized today would have been my grandmother Alice's 89th birthday.
I biked through a rainbow this week. The days are getting longer. In my dreams I travel: to the coast, to Europe, to the moon.
Lizards, ducks, greenery abounds.
I suspect that the orchids on the windowsill are more than friends.
I had a moment of cultural panic last night at the airport.
February, you month of months, has truly started to look up. Here are some doodles from this week:
February 23: Admiring my scars.
February 24: I somehow scored a seat at the first ever #LeadOn conference for women in Silicon Valley, where the keynote was none other than Senator Hillary Clinton.
Our construction is surrounded in flits of pink.
That moment when your oatmeal boils over.
There were no doodles last week because Ryan and I were busy snorkeling, hiking, eating delicious Chinese and Hawaiian food, and enjoying time with my brother, sister-in-law and family on Oahu. Here are a few snippets:
Waimanalo, my favorite beach.
Wonderful meal with (l-r) Shelby, Josh, Keith, Ryan, Josh, Mrs. Ho, Steff, Mr. Ho)
Dinner in Waikiki--our last night.
A week in doodles. In drawing these I am tempted to spill secrets, but that's not the point here. The point is showing the quotidian; the important tiny discoveries that happen every day.
February 10 marked my 14th anniversary as a type 1 diabetic.
I took my car into the shop at lunchtime and found myself stranded in a combination pizzeria/liquor shop. Shit got weird.
Chicken salad out of chicken shit.
I love Fridays the 13th. I always have.
I write.
I doodle.
I'm at work on my first book, a collection of linked short stories that follows a community of expatriates living on the southern coast of Spain.
I care about stuff. Like curing type 1 diabetes. And marriage equality. And rights for immigrants. And public radio. And espanol. And Frank O'Hara and Jennifer Egan and Federico Garcia Lorca and Tony Kushner. You know, cool stuff.
I make postcards that are also stories.
Sometimes I read stories and poems out loud.
Sometimes I go to conferences.
You can find my short stories, essays, poems and flash fictio in a variety of places in print and online. If you Google really hard, you might find the two short radio pieces I produced on a badass NPR affiliate in San Francisco.
This is where you can go to find out who I am.