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The Salish Sea
What do you want to be when you grow up? When we answered this question as children, too young to calculate future expenses, did our answer actually represent our life’s true purpose? What we…
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Life-Saving Windows
My bird collision monitoring route is a ten minute shuffle around one side of a building, the speed at which you’d search for lost keys in grass. Above us are floor-to-ceiling windows encircling the…
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Jane
The day she died, the cashier at PCC asked me how my day was going. Welling up, I shook my head and shrugged away the question to block the tears. Someone I sought out…
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Back to the Books
Is it delusional to go back to school at age 52? Is it naïve to re-enter the workforce at 54? As I begin a two-year plan in hopes of working in conservation and restoration,…
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Camp Med
By evening of my recent breakdown, my husband was duly concerned. I’d rarely shown such intense sadness, usually shaking it off with some distraction such as cleaning or running or … writing, which I…
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Cozy Birds of a Feather
Despite the interior of the Doubletree near Sea-Tac airport evoking tones of brown-hued melancholy, I am rather fond of this hotel, particularly the labyrinthine wings flanked by trees and elevated so as to imitate…
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Hatching a New Start
I have heard that every writer has moments of despair regardless of which phase in their writing life they find themselves. They write and believe, write and believe, and then at some unforeseen moment,…
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