Lucia Blackwell

People sit at outdoor tables under umbrellas, with trees and a mountain in the background.

People gather at a small outdoor venue to listen to authors read.

Printed schedule of workshop events.

Amy Tan stands at a podium on a small outdoor stage and reads to an audience.

Writing can be solitary work. This summer, I joined the @CommunityofWriters in Olympic Valley—sharing mornings of workshop, afternoons of learning and evenings of food, fun and mountain views. Exhilarating, exhausting, unforgettable. ⛰️🌲✍️ luciablackwell.com/2025/09/14/w...

16.09.2025 03:44 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

He is a great compromise for a fan raised on Viking lore (fond, frigid memories of a November game vs Packers, Met stadium, snowstorm) who is now a vocal 12 in Seattle!

08.09.2025 03:49 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Paper baskets filled with black pronoun buttons and Seattle Times lanyards

Always proud to work at @seattletimes.com ❤️🧡💛💚💙

03.09.2025 16:21 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

The henchman/lackey job candidate pool is pretty swampy and fetid these days, from the looks of it. I’d try for an emotional support unicorn 🦄

04.07.2025 01:05 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Balcony garden with new plants in containers and a tabletop fountain

Oh what a perfect Friday afternoon to edge from May into June. Still some planting to do but my reading spot is shaping up nicely. Where are you reading this weekend? #urbangarden #readingspot

31.05.2025 00:01 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

A smiling blond mother holds an upright infant, both dressed in white. Side text reads “Neither of us knew what to expect. We both did the best we could.”

Mother’s Day can be complicated for adopted people. We all do the best we can. #adoptee #mothersday #loveandloss luciablackwell.com/2025/05/11/a...

11.05.2025 14:37 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

The name game Words cast their powerful spell on me when I was a month old. They changed me from one person into another. One moment I bore the last name of the man who fathered me, and though I had no first nam…

This is what being adopted feels like to me. A fault line. I live in the fault. In fault.
One life I live.
One life I imagine.
Both pulling at the same center.
#memoir #adoption #adoptee #lifequake

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03.05.2025 23:32 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Digging into tonight’s emotional support key lime pie. Saving the bag of chocolate for later. (Likely sooner than later, tbh)

05.03.2025 02:59 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

I left MN 30-ish years ago but I still remember so clearly the thrill of the small green patches in the backyard first appearing, slowly growing, merging, and the smell of earth and grass returning. 💚

23.02.2025 23:45 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

A gray cat curled into a circle

Sharing a #caturday pic of my daughter’s Jake, as a virtual sage smudge for the past week. Or month.

23.02.2025 03:01 — 👍 12    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

I got emotional support groceries. Cake. Wine. Cheese. Playing Civ 6. Where governing follows some rules.

02.02.2025 00:38 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Seattle thanks bus drivers!

21.01.2025 07:04 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Broken with a chance of healing A bone snapped. I slowed down. The world kept on spinning.

When life slows to a crawl - literally - the swirl of connections around us comes into focus. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m happy about my broken fibula but I’m doing my best to accept the lessons it offers. Curious about what you see when you slow down!

23.11.2024 18:02 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Just getting started here but would love to be added!

13.11.2024 09:40 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0