Little Miss Understood

It’s 1992. From behind the lens of an 8mm Sony Handycam, John steps into the threshold of the master bathroom where he finds our three-year-old daughter Cassie, with what appears to be, a guilt-smile, and definite makeup all over her face. Most notable is a vertical, deep red line down her left cheek and a…

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Peanut Butttur and Waisins

“Are you sure you’re not gonna need my help a little longer?” She says, yes, she thinks she can handle it fine alone, now. “Oh, okay.” I try not to cry. I think about Pine State Biscuits. Screen Door on Burnside. The turkey sandwich at Meat Cheese Bread–a weep worthy turkey so nummy, I bought…

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Elephant Ears

It’s very shawarma out. I’m sweating and elbowing my way through the throng at Portland’s Saturday Market, headed back to Cassie’s riverfront apartment. I realize I have sugary elephant ears all over my mouth and chin. I calculate how long ago I’d eaten the sweet street food and it had been a while. I lick…

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Joie de vivre

Joie de vivre [(zhwah duh veev -ruh, veev)]: A love of life. From the French, meaning “joy of living.” If you have a couple of kids, it’s never fair to compare; to do so can only cause harm. They are individuals and should be respected as such. But canines and felines are altogether different beasts,…

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