Author: Dori Owen
Dori Owen is a storyteller, writing from small town Arizona, after living a few decades in California as an LA Wild Child, with a brief stop in Reno. She settled into grownup life as a project manager, collecting an MBA and a few husbands along the way. She is a shown artist and her favorite pastime is upcycling old furniture and decor she finds from thrift stores. She lives with the cat who came to visit but stayed. The love of her life is her grown son who lives in Portland, Oregon. Her essays and poems have been published in RAW&UNFILTERED VOL I, StigmaFighters Vol 2, and Love Notes From Humanity. Her blogs have been featured on The Lithium Chronicles, Open Thought Vortex, Sudden Denouement, and The Mighty.
10 Hopeful Hacks for Beating the Holiday Blues
I am not a fan of beating the blues advice that is patently gratuitous, overdone, or quite obvious. Yes, a walk on the beach sounds invigorating but I live in Arizona. You know what I’m talking about, these lists inundate Google if you search for overcoming a down mood or Read more
We DID Overcome
It started with a sea of “Pink Pussy Hats” in cities across the United States. There were nonbelievers. Unsustainable, the right opined. Some even laughed and said none of the marches would ever make a difference on election day. But the anger and frustration of women appalled at the Trump Read more
Arizona Heat
I never really minded the heat growing up in Arizona. It was just how it was. Cold in the winter and hot in the summer. When I met him, it was a hot summer day. At first, I was curious, and then the thunderbolt hit me. It hit him, too, Read more
Senator John McCain: For the Greater Good
Arizona has had its share of elected officials who brought shame to the State in a national spotlight for years: Convicted felon and openly racist Sheriff Joe Arpaio. Mean-spirited Governor Jan Brewer who infamously shook her finger in President Obama’s face when he visited Arizona. Impeached Governor Evan Mecham, who Read more
Miss Congeniality
Sundays I travel it’s visiting day time to see my fair little friend who lives in a place of maximum security no chance of parole. Before she arrives I make stories up in my head of inmates here on why and what brought them to a concrete barbed wire home. Read more
Dear Harvey
Dear Harvey, you weren’t the one who wronged me. The real life boss who stole my self-worth, my dignity, and put strain on my marriage with your 2 am oh-this-is-about-work phone calls. My stomach turns that anyone would ever think I wanted your attention, or god forbid, that it was Read more