In honor of Father's Day, I thought I'd look back into some of my early diaries and pull out some passages about him, like I sometim...

Nicholas is barking in the hysterical way he barks when there's a knock on the door, and I follow him quick down the stairs, hoping to ...

I recently had a design job that was very close to my heart. I was asked to design a pin for one of my favorite organizations, Create More,...

[When I talk about "towns," it's a game we used to play where we each had a tiny town made up of tiny toys. When I talk about...

In designing the cover for the upcoming Forest Avenue Press book Wife | Daughter | Self , by Beth Kephart, I got to work with some really ...

When I step downstairs to get a glass of water, I hear, out through the open back door, a bird singing in the trees. Its song is sharp and ...

Five-twentyish in the morning, dark Portland streets, I'm driving to work. The streets are lonely this time of the day when most of the...