It’s been quite cold in Portland the last couple of days. Feels like summer is over. I welcome the chill and the return of the rain, but the green tomatoes in the garden might think otherwise. The garden wasn’t what …

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I’m 35 years old today. This is the first birthday that’s had a sting to it for me. It’s not old, but it’s certainly not young. Thirty-five sounds terribly grown-up, doesn’t it? Cue midlife crisis.

The best blog you’re probably not reading: Luc Sante’s Pinakothek He doesn’t post often, but when he does it’s always worth a read. Today’s post is beautiful, so do check that out at the very least. It’s a pitch-perfect snapshot …

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Anonymous* sidewalk message, SE Portland I’m back to work on the novel, waving my hands to change second draft into third. Happily caffeinated, fed, and air-conditioned at the usual Sunday workplace. I got (fantastically helpful) feedback from Marrije, who went …

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