The Port City Chronicle (39)

When you’re multitasking but you’re only doing one thing

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:     “It’s 9. I’m going to bed,” Tim said. Since Milagros split up with him he’d been going to bed earlier and earlier, probably trying to make up for never actually sleeping.     “Now?” Charles said. “Do you realize the museum…

Why sometimes you have to throw up a hair ball

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:   “Do you think in your next life you’re going to cook more?” Angela asked Ethan, while he sat at the kitchen table texting and not helping. But Ethan wasn’t interested in hearing from protesters. “Actually, I’m probably going to cook…

When you view your mortgage as a third child

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way: “The client doesn’t want a big, long memo,” I said to Howard. “He just wants bullet points.” He shook his head. “Tell him I don’t do bullet points. I’m not a vending machine you can put quarters in.” For once I…

When your motto is make it till you fake it

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“Miller’s going to give you your review this year,” my boss Howard said. “He has nobody else to review and it makes him feel bad.”

Why you should live for yesterday

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“If I’m going to talk, there’s got to be a runway,” Tim said. “Otherwise how will my verbal aircraft be able to land?”

How to survive domestic abuse in the workplace

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“I must look awful, I just got off a flight from L.A.,” Nicole’s date James said. She’d met him at a bar a few weeks earlier and invited him to our house party so she wouldn’t have to be alone with him.…

The signature of labor

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“Let me tell you about my trip,” Adam said. “So much happened, I’m not even sure where to start.”

How to avoid Andy Warhol in Munich

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“The stewardess spoke German to me,” Grace said, as we moved slowly down the aisle toward our seats at the back of the plane on our way to Germany. It wasn’t that surprising since on the outside Grace has long blond hair…

When you try to behave but you’re still in the cat-house

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“I’d rather stay home with the cats,” Tim said from the couch, as we were heading out to dinner. “They love it when we’re around.”

How baseball is just on at bars as a nightlight

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“If I had three hands, I’m not sure if I’d have a second bottle or a second glass,” Ethan said, sitting back in his chair on the sand and looking out at the water. It’s the kind of philosophical debate he often…
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