Spring Has Finally Arrived

Good Sunday morning! If you live in the Pacific Northwest, you’re probably enjoying a gorgeous, sunny day right now. We finally made it through an unusually cold and prolonged rainy spring. Now the peonies are in bloom and I’m feeling inspired. So inspired, in fact, that I have made a change to my blogging life. If you’re a Gardening, Seattle Style subscriber, you may notice … Continue reading Spring Has Finally Arrived

Daphne 'Eternal Fragrance'

An Excerpt from “The Scent of a Daphne”

I’m pleased to share a sneak peek of my piece, “The Scent of a Daphne,” that appears in Rooted: The Best New Arboreal Nonfiction. It’s about my time in horticulture school, my husband’s cancer treatment, and the unexpected gift I received. “It was early September, my second semester of horticulture school, and class was about to begin. I stood outside the door on the narrow sidewalk … Continue reading An Excerpt from “The Scent of a Daphne”

Mike Birbiglia Offers Life Lessons for Writers Too

Last Saturday, I saw a movie about comedy that inspired me as a writer. It was Mike Birbiglia’s Don’t Think Twice, a sharply realistic yet sweet portrait of a New York improv group. Not-so-famous comedians who make people laugh by night but work by day to financially stay afloat. They are friends. They are smart and loving and sometimes selfish. They’ve performed in The Commune for years … Continue reading Mike Birbiglia Offers Life Lessons for Writers Too

Writing Desk

7 Things I Learned From NaNoWriMo

A couple of years ago, I decided to participate in National Novel Writing Month. With a shrug and then focused vigor, I dove into writing a 50,000-word story. It was an intense, frustrating, and ultimately, rewarding journey. I got to swim in the dream of my story. Set in Paris, about a cool botanist, secretive and suspenseful, with plants at the book’s heart, I wrote … Continue reading 7 Things I Learned From NaNoWriMo

Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude

Ross Gay, a Gardener’s Poet

September is a month of transition. The warm, bright freedom of long days wanes into the chilly introspection of rainy nights. It’s a warning about the coming of the great sleep that’s winter. It’s in the morning dew on cars and yellow leaves that swirl before us as we mow the lawn. September signals that we should give up our fantasy of taking a walk … Continue reading Ross Gay, a Gardener’s Poet