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Making Sense of All the Abuse.
By Karen Sullivan|2026-01-02T16:52:19-08:00January 20th, 2021|
As I write this, a new president and vice-president have just been inaugurated, and like many, I’m emotional about it. There’s relief, of course, but also much more. Four years ago on election night in 2016, I was sitting [...]
Goodbye, Godzilla.
By Karen Sullivan|2026-01-02T16:55:45-08:00December 27th, 2020|
I wish whoever said, “May you live in interesting times” was alive today, to get a nice big gulp of his own advice. Fun fact: Does anyone remember it was a leap year? It had 29 days in February, 200 [...]
Blogging vs Blargging
By Karen Sullivan|2026-01-02T17:00:25-08:00November 10th, 2020|
According to the Urban Dictionary, the term “blarg” is one of those unique words that can mean anything you want it to. It reminds me of that well-known meme where a dog is trying to drink out of a [...]
Weltschmerz and Schadenfreude: Twin Horsemen of the Apocalypse
By Karen Sullivan|2026-01-02T17:06:27-08:00September 24th, 2020|
There are times when I want to flee into the wilderness to a place with no cell or internet service and stay there. This is one of them. There are also times where I try for a mood lift, [...]
If 2020 was a soufflé…
By Karen Sullivan|2026-01-02T17:23:54-08:00August 4th, 2020|
How's everyone doing? Are you managing to find the nuggets of good stuff hidden in this year's hazardous waste dump? I've picked up my rapidograph pens again and had fun doodling these cartoons, which I give to you in [...]
Morning walks, Port Townsend
By Karen Sullivan|2026-01-02T17:27:31-08:00June 15th, 2020|
Mist, rain, chill, repeat, it’s Juneuary. Mossy roofs, rain gutters leaf-bulged, a smell of drowned earthworms, the slap of agglomerated raindrops under a maple tree, patter like white noise, chuckling drains and scalloped rain-waves on pavement. A ’42 Chevy [...]
Even My Outrage Fatigue Has Outrage Fatigue
By Karen Sullivan|2026-01-02T17:52:05-08:00May 29th, 2020|
We all know the basics because we just saw the video. Two security guards who worked together for years get into an altercation on the street: one is a police officer, white, and the other is a man, black. [...]
Spring is the Season of Life and Death
By Karen Sullivan|2026-01-02T17:54:13-08:00May 12th, 2020|
It always snows here at the end of April, big white drifts of cherry blossoms, like little spirits. Lower branches go first, then uppers, nodding at a teasing sou’easter as masses of pale corollae go slant-petaling down past grizzled treebark. [...]