Seattle

How do we write about communities that we’re not part of? Should we even try?

In my world, superheroes ride bikes, make yogurt, and play the ukulele.

Look at these freaking waffles. They’re made with apple fritter batter.

West Seattle is a summer postcard.

I went out back to look at the garden; it’s full of flowers. I have a vague idea how that happened, but I don’t think it has much to do with me.