Part Two Of The Adventures

My mom and her husband were going the same way I was, so we decided to loosely follow each other and get pizza together a couple hundred miles down the road. I left her house first and hurried to get ahead of them so I didn’t fall too far behind when I stopped to get… Continue reading Part Two Of The Adventures

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Meeting in a Coffee Shop

“Tara?” He’s asking, tentative. He looks absolutely the same, plus facial hair. “Omigoddess, I haven’t seen you in years!! How are you?” “I’m married and I have six kids now! This is my oldest daughter, Rain.” “Wow… to that same woman? The one that was writing the book?” Yeah, the same woman. They built two… Continue reading Meeting in a Coffee Shop


If any woman, anywhere in the world, hears footfalls behind her on a darkened street, she has reason to be afraid. Robin Morgan called that the democracy of fear under patriarchy. – Derrick Jensen Lona is becoming a woman, and my motherly friend has been instructing her in all the necessary things. Make up, clothes,… Continue reading Violence


I wake up to the softstrong lull of ocean waves and the sweet sting of salty wind. The first thing I see is the ocean, but my eyes are heavy and the next thing I know I’m dreaming of mushrooms and revolutions. When I wake again the ocean is still there, the breeze still fresh.… Continue reading Wave

For Love Of Salmon

I’m barefoot in a little cotton dress when I hit the river, running into it like my feet have always known it. Some of the fishermen, standing knee deep in the water, one every few feet as far as I can see, stare at me. Some don’t. I dive and catch the salmon just as… Continue reading For Love Of Salmon

Home, Without Shades

 “Hey! Womens!”   My mom sighs. “God, I hate this.”   “Really?” I think she should be used to it and good at handling it. After all, she was an adult when I was a kid and I was just a child. But she is scared like a newbie stripper, and maybe that explains my… Continue reading Home, Without Shades

The Whore Diaries

“Aw,” She says. “Poor baby girl, you’ve worked yourself half to death.” “Mmhmm,” I nod sleepily, I have worked every day since I got to Alaska. It’s noon and I have to get up, even though I just got here and fell asleep in the driveway a few hours ago. Healer heard my alarm going… Continue reading The Whore Diaries


I call her first, when I cross into cell phone land. Of course I do. She is my sanity, my guru, my mother figure. A million times she’s birthed my changing with her words, and now she lays in a bed in a big scary city and I roam the world in my van home,… Continue reading Smithereens