I am a private citizen, which has always meant that my dreams depict me as a merchant in a vast …

Outside on the porch, Seattle’s morning fog flowed up Beacon Hill. Betty, the other squatters, and I drank beer. My …

6 a.m. rings. Five days remain until the end of the quarter. The first half-hour is spent offsetting the imbalances caused by …

I had been frequenting the Oxford Fish and Chips Shop for several years now, even as I became increasingly vegan …