By Tiffany Baker | Twitter: @revtiffanybaker I learned persistence from my mother. Like some children learn to fold a fitted sheet or bake a perfectly flaky pie crust, I learned how to put my head down and persist. My third-grade vernacular included the words “effective effort” and, before every spelling test or group presentation, my mother would […]
My Thighs: A History
by on March 8, 2018 4 Comments
I remember the first time I became aware of my thighs. I was fourteen. It was summer and my legs were bare, baked dark brown from the Okanagan sun. I was wearing a bathing suit in brilliant shades of turquoise and emerald. I had spent the day on the water, slaloming behind a speedboat. When […]
The Sacred Rhythm of Public & Private Life
by on February 11, 2018 13 Comments
I’ve been discouraged the past few weeks. Seattle has to be one of the most dreary places to live in the middle of winter. We’ve been in the thick of incessant rain, gray clouds, and short days. The weather has been frustrating, but mainly, I’ve felt discouraged about my life as a writer. I love […]
When Sex Isn’t Magical
by on August 10, 2017 7 Comments
by Anonymous I carefully string the beads on a wisp of fishing wire. They’re clear blue, about ten of them. Then I thread the letters: T-R-U-E L-O-V-E W-A-I-T-S. More blue beads. I tie it round my wrist, feeling accomplished. This will fix everything. / / / / I came of age in the late nineties. […]
Counting the Small Wins
by on June 9, 2017 12 Comments
A friend of mine graduated from university this month. She’s spent the past three years back in classes with people a decade younger than her, doing the work to get the degree she needs to make a major career shift. It’s been a long and hard and expensive road, full of sacrifice, and it is such […]
