Fresh Nonfiction: Sessions in Pacific City

Two peas in a pod, two kids on a cot, two beers on a beach. 

A collection of creative nonfiction across all forms of media, Fresh Nonfiction covers the embarrassing, awkward, mundane, and meaningful. (And it all actually happened). 

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Sessions in Pacific City

Before we had a cat named Walter, before quitting our go-nowhere jobs in Portland, before I sold my first car (Rita) to help finance our wing+prayer move to Idaho, before I found my first great job, before Siggy found hers, before we got hitched, before our first shared car, first mortgage, first dishwasher, first bag of cat litter, before a new nephew and a first niece, before a new job and then another and then another, before smartphones and iPhones and Instagram filters and #nofilter and #dadbod and #catdadbod and #cashwatermelon and giving up on Snapchat when we realized we were too old, before we'd gone anywhere further than the Oregon coast together, we once spent a magical weekend in the wilds of Pacific City. Pancakes every morning, hot dogs every night, Scrabble, books, and beer on the beach. Now, when we whine about tomatoes, Netflix, oil leaks in the driveway: "Come you back, you skinny lovers; come you back to Mandalay!"