There are some things I won’t do.
Base jump, skydive, eat baby octopi.
Okay, that’s not entirely true. I have eaten baby octopi, but in my defense, I had no idea they’d actually be baby octopi, look like they did, or come with my seaweed salad. I should have sent it back the moment I realized the horror, but didn’t want to be rude, and it almost killed me.
I came close to hurling at least half a dozen times that day. True fact. Continue reading
With Fall just around the corner, Summer becomes much more important.
We in the Pacific Northwest wait for it like some wait for Christmas.
We hold our breath, afraid that if we blink a few too many times — due to the what-the-what-is-that?! blinding orb in the sky — we might miss it.
It arrives crazy-fashionably late, like a flaxen-haired princess on the back of a chariot. All too soon, her ride turns the corner and we find ourselves holding a half-eaten corn dog and nothing but a faint, Vitamin-D memory of her. Continue reading
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