“Everyone in Portland is living a minimum of three lives. Everyone has at least three identities. They’re a grocery store checker, an anthropologist, and a biker guy. Or they’re a poet, a drag queen and a bookstore clerk.”
– the inimitable Katherine Dunn
My name is Deborah Rose.
I no longer live in Portland, but I’m living lots of lives in this small, single body.
I am a writer, a gardener, and a backslidden woodworker.
I have a degree in English & Anthropology, a Masters in Women & Gender Studies, have been all over the world and back again, and I still know nothing, not really.
I take pictures, I write letters, I cook.
I clean the chicken coop, fill the the hummingbird feeders, tell my secrets to the bees, love on the kitties and laugh with the ducks.
I embroider and knit and stoke the fire.
I’m ambivalent, I’m selfish, I loafe. I don’t know that these are bad things.
I am also thoughtful and kind and want the best for me and better for you.
I read, I read, I read.
I sleep, and mostly wake again, dreaming sentences all my own.