Joslyn Hamilton

Joslyn Hamilton
Mill Valley, California, U.S.
September 01
Freelance Content Writer & Book Editor
Outside Eye Consulting
freelance content maker, writer & editor. half-assed buddhist. bleeding heart vole rescuer. functioning craftaholic.


JUNE 22, 2012 1:05PM

No Longer Young in Venice

I’m in a soulless, faux-deco apartment on the boardwalk in Venice.

I drove my lesbaru downstate yesterday to pop into a client conference for a few hours. Last night, I slept in a pristine white bed in a perfectly climate controlled room in the Anaheim-Orange Hilton, like a princess, sans… Read full post »

DECEMBER 30, 2011 12:37PM

Young and Free and Well-Organized


The other day I bought a filing cabinet off Craig’s List.

Not your average janky metal office furniture jobby, this filing cabinet is a deep faux mahogany affair that can easily pass as a classy end table. Up until now, my files have all been stashed in a cheap… Read full post »

Editor’s Pick
OCTOBER 6, 2011 11:54AM

Pottery Is Not Precious

I’m really into making pottery. I don’t talk about it all that much, partly because it’s hard to talk in words about something that happens purely from the right side of your brain, and partly because, well, it’s my thing, and I don't always feel like sharing it. Sometimes it&Read full post »

Once upon a time I lived in a rent controlled 3-bedroom flat in San Francisco.

My boyfriend-at-the-time was “not a cat guy,” and under no circumstances ever wanted to get one. He was actually a militant vegan (although ethic-less in most other regards) who didn’t believe in the sub… Read full post »

JANUARY 1, 2011 3:37PM

The Woodstove

Even though it was the 70s and modern technology was well established, my hippie parents did their best to pretend we were living on Little House on the Prairie. To that end, the single heat source in our house was an old-fashioned cast iron woodstove. The thing was my childhood nemesis.… Read full post »

DECEMBER 12, 2010 12:16PM

My Big French (Not Jewish) Nose

Here’s an excerpt from a letter my father recently sent me:

An excerpt from my father's letter. 

Curt has a way with words. (“Curt,” by the way, is what my brother and I always called our father. Our mother was “Judith.” It was the 70s. Being called “mom” and “dad” was… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 30, 2010 2:43AM

A Real Bed

It was a year ago that I moved out of the house I shared with my last boyfriend, the V.H.B.P.D. **

I moved from our spacious 3-bedroom railroad flat in San Francisco to a quiet, tiny, cozy studio cottage in Mill Valley. It was a drastic and depressing change for… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 24, 2010 12:48PM

Are There Banana Slugs in Antarctica?

If you have a sensitive stomach or a clinical mollusk phobia like I happen to have, you may not want to read this story. But, having lived through this sordid nightmare myself, it would really make me feel better if you would read it. I cannot stand to suffer this kind… Read full post »

Editor’s Pick
NOVEMBER 14, 2010 1:07AM

My Father Sends Me Letters

Curt and Joslyn

My father sends me letters. For the past year or so, he’s been hand writing missives about his childhood and mailing them to me 3,000 miles away. He’s getting up there in his years, and I think he wants to document his youth while he still has lucid memories of it.… Read full post »