The Majestic Inn is one of those old Anacortes buildings that seems to remember more than it tells. That evening, my parents, my brother and I were tucked into a window seat in the bistro, looking out at the old brick buildings downtown as evening settled over the street. Above us, vaulted ceilings disappeared intoContinue reading “My Precious”
Author Archives: Sara Harlan
The Divide
I’ve been home from Colorado for a couple of weeks now, and I still find myself thinking about mountains. For much of my visit, I felt oddly disoriented. East and west were little more than educated guesses; north and south had lost their certainty. Here, in Skagit County, Mount Baker is north. The Skagit RiverContinue reading “The Divide”
The Hum of Becoming
There’s a particular kind of panic that whispers. It’s a humming, a buzz that digs into your psyche if you don’t stop it in time: you’re behind. It shows up while making coffee, while watering the houseplants, while thinking about what I should have done by now. It is persistent, subtle, and annoyingly convincing. AndContinue reading “The Hum of Becoming”