Dissecting my anger

Dissecting my anger

Yesterday I got mad. Actually, that’s not quite right. “Getting” mad makes me think of pianos crashing to a sidewalk, falling out of a blank blue sky. Which isn’t entirely accurate. It began as I read a recent blog post by Carlos Whittaker....
What dreams may come, what dreams may not

What dreams may come, what dreams may not

I’m waiting for the news. Somewhere out there sits a board room table flanked with seasoned editors discerning whether the manuscript I’ve handed them will take another step toward becoming a Multnomah book. The meeting began at ten in the morning....