My grandfather’s house stood on the corner of Beech Street in northeast Portland. The two-story home, shaded by tall and leafy trees, sat adjacent to a garage, a workspace filled…
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Image Credit: Bailey Pennington In that very moment—hearing the doctor strip his hands free of the latex gloves he had just used in the examination room—my worst nightmare was…
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1. The Washington Square Park rangers were hammering away at beige boards near the famous arch, as I pushed my older daughter Anna through the park in her new,…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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Given the choice of anywhere for our final project, I picked the local slaughterhouse. A small operation, the next town over, but they processed pork and beef, venison in season.…
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Image Credit: Uyamt’s Memo In the weeks before you died, we caught flashes of blue outside your bedroom window. Jays appeared everywhere: in the woods behind the house, on…
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I think I was turning 14, when I decided that I would never learn how to cook. Not deliberately at least. As a young girl stubborn in her intentions to…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5) has a criteria on how to diagnose a narcissist. These symptoms reflect someone whose sense of self is rooted in hyperbole,…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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A month after Halloween, my friend S texted me a photo of the wig I left in his car. “What should I do with it?” It looked wounded. And yet…
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It is not often that you stay to watch a vaulted coffin be lowered into the dark, freshly churned earth. You stare into the rectangular abyss and it stares back,…
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Dried rosemary looks like chopped pine needles. I sprinkle them on course coffee grounds for my morning cup. I add rubbed sage while water boils in the microwave for me…
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Image Credit: Shuttershock Mama died at home on a Sunday morning. During the cancer, our rambling two-story brick and wood home in the hills of Topanga, a rustic canyon outside…
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