Beautiful rubbish:

It all began with a video on Youtube. A fainting goat doing what it does so well, fainting . Over and over again. Highly amusing stuff, a...

Some days, I'm a faith-filled, awestruck believer. And some days, I'm a closet atheist. Slowly it seeps in, this truth that pokes ...

Long-time Seattle-ites know it. Summer tourists even know it (to an extent). We all expect it: Seattle summers are delightful. Or, at lea...

I've always wondered: If I lived in California or Hawaii, would I have been a surfer girl? I'm pretty confident that answer would b...

How we discovered our mutual love of fountains, I'm not sure. Frolicking in fountains became a signature mark of our friendship not lon...

Not that I wasn't happy to see the email in my inbox, informing me I'd been accepted to UW's certificate of nonfiction writing p...

Someday, I may need to write a book about Ricardo, whom some know as my novio (i.e., boyfriend). The more stories I hear about his life, pa...