It's a Wednesday afternoon, a few hours before her domestic violence hotline shift begins, and Matilda Bickers has put out the final call for submissions to the fall version of Working It, a Portland-based quarterly by, about, and for sex workers.
Portland, Oregon has slowly become a capital for everything from coffee to produce to wine and now restaurants. With a fiercely loyal community of chefs and a legion of fans across the country, more and more people are starting to discover that Portland is a true dining destination.
While many adults 50 and over choose to visit the beach, take a cruise or explore Europe during their vacations, some are looking to take the road less traveled and are literally putting their money where their mouth is.
This year's Portland SlutWalk is being organized by a small group of people, including Elle, and she and I had decided to collaborate on a piece of writing to support the event. But when we got together and I read what Elle had already written, I found I had little to add.
Give Amy Allen a capital "A" for effort while the singer-songwriter also makes an upper case for herself in the Ambition Department. Backed by the group she started forming in February 2014, Allen is revving up for a promising music career with Amy & the Engine.
I grew up in the Portland area and moved away a few years ago. When I meet new people in my current city, or wherever I happen to be traveling, and they find out I'm from Portland, they always have questions.
Bishop , we might totally disagree on this. I'm decisively pro-inclusion. That said, we are still brothers in Christ. And, I have to be honest, my white elders -- evangelical men and fellow travelers in your generation -- remain silent or straight up antagonistic about these matters.
Portland, Oregon has a reputation for being unique, hip and a little bit weird. There's enough to see for an exciting day trip or week-long vacation, but no trip is complete without experiencing at least one of these seven must-see places in the City of Roses.
Watching the waves spill onto the beach in Clatsop County, Oregon, it's easy to forget that the nearby houses are doomed. The Pacific waters are frigid blue. The beaches run inland from white sand to tough, salt-sprayed grass. It's too peaceful to envision disaster.
No one can claim now it is a flag of heritage. It is simply a flag of hate. Of racism. It is not a flag compatible with being a Christian. For my part, I apologize for not recognizing that sooner in my life.
The white people in my life just don't care. My fiancé is white and he doesn't want to hear it anymore. My best friends are all white, and they have been radio silent for the past year. But what do I expect? These are the same people I spent my adolescence with pretending not to be black.