By: Hanna Neuschwander,
on 11/14/2012
I go to church three times a year now. The church is First United Methodist in Southwest Portland. The only part of it I've ever seen is more or less a basement, a big empty room with a tile floor, folding chairs, and room to plug in a percolator. I go to hear people read [...]
By: Hanna Neuschwander,
on 11/13/2012
I haven't yet been able to shake the civic funk I always find myself in around election time. The election roller coaster — an undulating set of peaks and valleys marked by anxiety, excitement, frustration, apathy, and euphoria (all that democracy!) — never fails to leave my stomach weak, a gnawing sort of ache that [...]
By: Hanna Neuschwander,
on 11/12/2012
I write about coffee. This is a relatively strange niche, but it's one I love. Unfortunately I and the approximately two other people in the world who do what I do have a problem: we have no good way of talking about coffee. I mean that literally. We don't have the words for it. We [...]
