Road Signs

Washington State is a place of divergent cultures, a meeting ground for tech and timber, old and new. It is a region in flux, redefining itself on a generational scale so broad that it can’t help but run against itself. For example, the northwestern corner of the state houses Amazon, Boeing, Microsoft, and also the largest protected stand of old growth in the United States, the Olympic National Forest and adjoining Wilderness Areas. One way of taking in this culture clash, and perhaps coming to understand the essential nature of a place, is via its road signs, which I did, on a recent trip to the Olympic Peninsula. In no particular order: ‘Roddy O’s Square Dance Lessons’ ‘We plant some more/for future bounty’ ‘What supports habitat, houses and hospitals? State… Read More >

The Affluence of Time

Recently, I have been reading about a shift in the American psyche related to how we define, and experience, affluence. Like most institutions of the 20th Century, affluence itself is undergoing a radical makeover, shifting from the mid-century model of keeping up with the Joneses, in which your collection of things, and the leisure time to enjoy, them were the primary indicators of affluence to a culture in which affluence is primarily defined by busyness. Busyness, defined by the Oxford English Dictionary as ‘the state or condition of having a great deal to do, the quality of being excessively detailed or decorated.’ Busyness, evidenced by living one’s life from event to event, by constant contact, connectedness, and a carefully curated sense of frazzled urgency. Busyness, the reliance on texts to… Read More >

The Next Generation

Years ago, when I was writing A Woman’s Guide to the Wild, I knew that I wanted to include the knowledge, stories, and voices of other outdoor women throughout the book. What I didn’t know was just how hard it would be to find and connect with them-how few there really were. I found this to be especially true when looking for women-owned outdoor businesses and woman-centered and designed products to showcase. What I wanted was to give women choices outside of the male-dominated mainstream, products better suited to their tastes and needs, and the opportunity to support women-owned businesses. What I found, was not a lot. Then I met Kate Blazar of Animosa, an outdoor company dedicated to equipping and empowering women to explore. At the point that I… Read More >

The Exquisite Contentment of Fall

If asked, investigators of the art and science of happiness will say that one path to happiness is finding contentment in the reaches of one’s life, rather than chasing exhilaration. Fall, and all its peculiarities, transitions, and bustling preparations are a constant reminder of this philosophy for me. The streaking of rain across windows, a cup of tea, jazz playing softly, warm pumpkin bread; life in fall can be fully navigated between these simple, exquisite things. Today, true happiness appears between the ticks of the kitchen timer, in the light escaping between two dark clouds, the warmth of a familiar hand held tight. On days like this it is easy to want for nothing.

The Tacoma Narrows

Drive west out of the Seattle area towards the Olympic Peninsula, and you will cross what must be one of the loveliest and most precariously perched bridges in the Pacific Northwest. Standing 540 feet high and almost a mile long, the twin Tacoma Narrows suspension spans seem imposing, or even overbuilt, but if you ask a local, they’ll tell you they like it that way. That’s because before the Narrows, there was Galloping Gertie, what was hailed as the ‘most modern’ bridge of its day when construction was completed in July of 1940. By November, Gertie had collapsed, having succumbed to an aeroelastic flutter caused by a 42 mile an hour wind. There was no loss of life in the incident, save for a cocker spaniel named Tubby who belonged… Read More >

Local Histories- Kumbaya

The last thing one might think of when considering the cultural origins of the ubiquitous hippie-camp song Kumbaya, is early 20th Century Oregon. Even if you did, it would be easy to wrongly assume that the song had its origins in regional Native American culture and was appropriated at some time for the drum circles and festivals of the New Age generation. Not so. In fact, the copyright for Kumbaya (Come By Here) has long been held by a white Pastor from Portland, Oregon, who claimed to have first heard it sung by a street evangelist in the city in the early 1930’s. In truth, Kumbaya, is now widely considered to have originated with slaves in the Southeast, speakers of Gullah, and gained popularity during the scouting and summer camp… Read More >

And We Watch It All Burn Away

There is no possible way at the moment to be a resident of Oregon and not take note that the entirety of the state, it seems, is burning. The skies have grayed, filling valleys with dense smoke, replacing our beloved rain with delicate flakes of ash. And the fires are close. Our safest havens and most treasured places, those that have been protected for so long as to constitute little more than a pile of tinder, are burning towards vistas, lodges, highways and restaurants. It has, finally, become impossible to ignore. Not that we haven’t tried. In truth, forest fires are a relatively new phenomenon in the psyches of Oregonians. For decades, they have been a growing concern but for most residents, they remained intangible. Forest fires to the average… Read More >

Local Histories- Glenwood, Oregon

Between the sister cities of Eugene and Springfield, Oregon sits an unincorporated community that is neither Eugene, though its postal code is, nor Springfield, of which it is an official annexation. It’s wasteland, half trailers, half bygone industrial complex, the few hundred residents squeezed into aging trailer parks along one of the least picturesque stretches of the Willamette River. How did this come about? It’s a story of racism, classism, and greed. In the first hundred years of the Eugene area’s history (and much of Oregon’s) African Americans were legally barred from first residence, then land ownership and were systematically brutalized in retaliation of anyone that challenged the status quo. In the mid and late 20th Century, the area’s staunch refusal to enact or acknowledge civil rights laws was paired… Read More >

The Necessity of Totality

There is one question on the lips of everyone in Oregon these days, “What are you doing for the eclipse?” My answer, looking up, from exactly where I am. I am not jaded. I’m actually a true lover of rare natural occurrences and celestial events in particular. I have often been accused of being a space geek, having worked a summer at Space Camp notwithstanding. My interest in the eclipse has turned to one of morbid curiosity into the nature of the human psyche. You see, I live less than fifty miles from the path of totality and I am fine with that. The rest of the world, it seems, is not. They are in a frantic feeding frenzy and likely destined to spend most of at least one day… Read More >

Women to Know- Sadako Sasaki

Born in Hiroshima in 1944, Sadako Sasaki was exposed to wartime nuclear radiation at the age of two. By 1955, she had developed full-blown leukemia and was placed in hospital, given less than a year to live. From her hospital room, inspired by a Japanese legend about whoever folded a thousand paper cranes receiving a wish, she started folding paper cranes in the hopes of saving her own life. Her effort, though not lifesaving, became an international symbol and movement for peace. The simplicity of her vision and the enduring symbolism of her work have rung true for generations that have read her story in Sadako and the Thousand Cranes, myself included. In these dangerous and uncertain times, I think it’s important to de reminded of the powers we grant… Read More >