Evolutions and Identity: the Fourth Coming Out

Yesterday, there was a bit of a shakeup on kid lit Twitter over Ramona Blue, a forthcoming YA by Julie Murphy (Dumplin'). Its Goodreads blurb seemed to indicate a lesbian main character falling in love with a boy, which sparked some outrage. People close to the book said that the blurb neglected to mention that … Continue reading Evolutions and Identity: the Fourth Coming Out

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Overly Ambitious, or Just Ambitious Enough?: October Updates

Hello lovely people! This has been quite a year so far for me. From Under the Mountain was published, I went to three cons (with two more still to come), I took over as Marketing Director at REUTS, and came out as agender. I've been writing pretty steadily through the year, but it's occurred to … Continue reading Overly Ambitious, or Just Ambitious Enough?: October Updates

Project Updates and OH HEY, I have a newsletter!

Hello lovely people! This has been quite a year so far for me. From Under the Mountain was published, I went to three cons (with two more still to come), I took over as interim Marketing Director at REUTS, and came out as agender. And it's only just now September! I've been writing pretty steadily … Continue reading Project Updates and OH HEY, I have a newsletter!

Art Auction for the Pride Foundation!

Hello friends! Next Wednesday, I'll be reading with several other queer Portland-local authors at a Pride Foundation salon/fundraiser hosted by Another Read Through. It's going to be a wonderful event celebrating queer stories of all kinds, and I hope you can make it. Several weeks ago, I painted a piece for the event with the … Continue reading Art Auction for the Pride Foundation!

Art is a Lie, Nothing is Real

If you write, you're a writer. If you art...you're an artist? My family had an interesting conversation over dinner a few weeks ago about how we define art. It came up in relation to music, specifically a more experimental track that, for some of us, stretched the definition. We started comparing our ideas about art … Continue reading Art is a Lie, Nothing is Real

An Ode to Exercise

I was a clumsy child. My ankles were constantly sprained, my knees frequently bruised. I felt like I was always bumping into things. Clumsy, yet careful--unlike my brothers, I never broke a bone and never needed stitches. I went bouldering with my husband, rock-climbing without a harness. We climbed 14-foot walls and when we got to the … Continue reading An Ode to Exercise