Sara Ryan

Lately I’ve been engaged in several distinct organizational projects: some domestic, some day-job-focused. Closets. Books. Entire rooms. I find something fundamentally satisfying about organizing, whether it’s arranging dresses and jackets by color, sorting our stock of comics for the next convention, or weeding and shifting the book collection to accommodate yet more graphic novels. A [...]

Last year at this time, I invented a new measurement to express how far one’s Thanksgiving diverges from the media ideal. This year, our holiday is also nontraditional. The menu: lamb stew and tabbouleh. The tabbouleh is from the Nile Spice box, with some fresh mint added. I found a lamb stew recipe on the [...]

…you see that the carpet is not merely a different color, but also a different texture than it was previously. (Stop shedding, Snag.)

Tonight we devoted ourselves to restoring the house to something like order. Snag hid out while we swept, straightened, sorted paperwork, entered receipts into Quicken, and listened to the entirety of Heretic Pride three times in succession (so far). While I’m on the subject of matters domestic, does anyone know of a source for a [...]

Those of you who know me IRL are well aware that unlike most other Portlanders, I am not a gardener. My typical approach to all growing things is one of malign neglect. But today, there was a convergence of factors: the weather, my (sadly infrequent) desire not to look at a computer screen, and a [...]