Many years ago, before anybody lived in the Northwest, there lived a very happy creature called a Wheedle. He was big, fat, and had a very large nose. But his peaceful life was disturbed by the sound of whistling from the happy people building Seattle. This made the Wheedle grouchy. So he stole their tools, but that didn’t work. He tried to scare them, but that didn’t work. He moved to the top of Mount Rainier, but that didn’t work. He gathered up all the clouds in a bag, climbed to the roof of the Space Needle, and made it rain day and night in Seattle, and that did work. You see, it’s not easy to whistle when your lips get all wet… read more >
learning to love myself again
A few months ago, I wrote you a letter, shouts bottled, recast in cursive. Deciphering emojis makes me feel like an archeologist enclosed in a
