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In Which We Race From the Back

7 Comments 23 October 2011

It’s a catch-up post. And here’s all the catching up that’s fit to post: Doctors sometimes are wrong. MRI’s are rarely wrong. The doctors said something important torn, but the truth was I only had a micro-fracture. [Elation.] I waited. I rode. I healed. A man named Vince at Northlake Physical Therapy fixed me with [...]

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29,000 Dead Children

4 Comments 08 August 2011

There’s a lot of shitty news these days, huh? I feel like it just piles and piles and comes flying so fast you can hardly keep track of it. I’ll admit, it barely affects me anymore (in stark contrast to my early twenties when I would sob for three miles walking to work after passing [...]

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Home Sweet Hillbilly

4 Comments 05 August 2011

Sal laughed and said, “Heidi, stop drinking out of those mason jars – we have real glasses… We aren’t hillbillies.” “Speak for yourself.” I replied. We went up to see my parents and brought a tent so we could camp in front of the cabin, which is fairly small for four adult-sized human beings. We [...]

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Blue Bucket Gratitude

11 Comments 01 February 2011

I think of the blue bucket every time I step into the shower. I have a claw-foot tub. Romantic, but probably impractical. There’s no wall to hold onto and the sunlight slips through the sheer white shower curtains on the rare morning when Portland lets me remember what it is to be bathed in light. [...]

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All in a Day’s Work – 15 Hours in Bend, Oregon

16 Comments 25 January 2011

5:00am: Wakeup call. Yes, get out of bed. You won’t regret it later. 5:00 – 6:00am: Start working. Drink a preliminary cup of coffee. Put on your puffer jacket. 6:00 -7:30am: Go to Thump Coffee and work. Then go back to the apartment to grab something and get ready for a meeting. Watch the sun [...]

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The Risks of Growing Up Swift

7 Comments 19 January 2011

My family is a tough lot. We’re a little rough around the edges. My father is a big man with a heart of gold and a sometimes unquiet mind. (We’ve lived with his bi-polar disorder for so many years now it kind of seems normal.) My mother is an energetic woman with a penchant for [...]

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