Girl Alone in Bar

The barista asks me how my coffee is from across the room. The mug is so small that the chill from my fingers has pulled the warmth of it in the time it took me to sit down, open my laptop, and connect to the wifi. I enthusiastically tell him that it is fantastic. He looks…

Girl Alone at Bar: Entitlement Valley

There is going to be a moment when Trump is not elected President of the United States when he says he knew it all along. That the system is rigged and that he never expected America to elect him and that he was just trying to prove a point. It’s too bad, really. He would have been…

Girl Alone in Bar

The bar is an extension of my home. If I had a bar in my home, it wouldn’t be half as good as this. The seats are cracked. The tables are sticky. The bartender comes around just before sunset and lights the candles with a click of her lighter. I’ve been here the last three days….

Girl Alone in Bar #2

Some of my friends are meeting at a bar downtown called The Lotus. I decide to show up an hour early because I can, and because I want to. No one is sitting outside, a sign that Portland is already sick of the sun. I go in and find the tables packed like a six…

Girl Alone in Bar #1

I’m meeting some friends at a local bar and I decide I want to get there early to write. That’s something I’m supposed to do now that I’ve been blogging for almost ten years. Write. I can’t tell you how many books about writing I’ve read in the last month. I tried to block the guilt of…