I write this in the quiet dark of my family room—a clock ticking rhythmically on the wall, my husband and daughter sleeping down the ...

*technically these are degu. But whatever. Pretty close. Guys, I'm feeling particularly awesome today. Let me set the scene: A ...

This post has been bubbling around in my consciousness for months now. More than once, I've thought about writing it and then stoppe...

One night last year, I sat in our blisteringly hot non-air-conditioned apartment during the hottest summer ever recorded in Portland...

Canning peaches with Kate It's hot here  in the darkness; damp hair clings to the back of my neck, my clothes feel oppressive and c...