Emily Paulson

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Emily Paulson

Stylish blonde hair, dangly earrings, form-fitting pedal pushers, precarious heels. One night a week, I’d heard, she tends bar at the Satellite. An upper arm sports a ‘40s-style pin-up girl tattoo. She’s a former Lilac City Roller Girl, too: “One year,” she says proudly, “I won Hematoma of the Year.”

This is the one-woman social-services dynamo known as Emily Paulson? This is the single mom who not only coordinates the Campus Kitchen program (323-6939), which distributes Gonzaga food services’ excess food to the needy, but also finds the time to run a Thursday-night dinner for the homeless along with a whirlwind of other charitable food projects?

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“I joke and say that I’m going to get her on What Not To Wear,” says Sima Thorpe, who directs Gonzaga’s Center for Community Action and Service Learning (CCASL), where Paulson has worked for nearly three years. “Sometimes she looks like a pirate woman.”

Paulson’s a generous buccaneer, then: “She has distributed something like 10,000 pounds of food,” Thorpe says.

Don’t make assumptions about people: It’s the theme that keeps coming up when you spend time with Paulson. Don’t assume that you know how generous (or selfish, or needy) anyone is.

She gathers food from restaurants, grocery stores, food banks and Gonzaga’s various cafeterias, then gets involved personally in the cooking, freezing, preparing and packaging of meals for the elderly, the disadvantaged and the homeless.

When Todd Dunfield, assistant director of CCASL, is driving along downtown streets with Paulson, he says she’ll blurt out, “Hey, there’s one of my guys!” — the guys who attend the dinners that Paulson organizes.

“My people,” she calls them.

And why? “Because I care about them,” she says. ‘It’s my Achilles heel, that I care so much. I can’t bear to see people suffering.”

Ten minutes into our conversation and she’s weeping. She apologizes, dabs her eyes. “My students know this about me — I’m a crier,” she says, then leans forward aggressively in her seat.

“You have to take care of people,” she says. “People are valuable — that should be obvious, but … well, a lot of people get ignored.” Some of her clients “have to choose between their medications and their dinner.”

And you can’t make assumptions about the homeless, she says: “You don’t know what they had to face, what circumstances they came out of, which of them had mothers who had substance abuse problems that left scars. Some of them can’t survive in mainstream society. It’s not our place to judge.”

Instead, Paulson has decided, it’s her place to feed — and she could use some help. Because there are prosperous restaurants and wealthy people around here who donate extensively to Paulson’s efforts — and there are those who don’t. Paulson is passionate about gathering more into her charitable fold.

She’s certainly efficient about it. “At Campus Kitchen, we serve 200 meals a month. And we spend $15.”

She pauses to let that sink in. “No one should be hungry in Spokane,” she says. “If people just opened their eyes and got creative….” Her voice trails off.

And no excuses that you’re not sure how to help. When she started, Paulson says, “I didn’t know how to cook.” But ever since last Thanksgiving, her program has had a surplus of frozen turkeys. Turkey this, turkey that, a turkey cookbook intended as a fundraiser … by now, Paulson is pretty sick of all things turkey. But she knows how to thaw and de-bone an entire gobbler faster than you can say “TurkeyPalooza.”

Right now, she’s devising tonight’s “relatively slow” meal deliveries. Nine styrofoam containers for some of the elderly at a Catholic Charities retirement home. Paulson portions out the casserole; an intern locates three cans of corn; a bag of cookies takes care of dessert. She sprints through Gonzaga’s kitchens in search of a food-service employee — could they spare any salad? A trip to a giant freezer yields a box of bagged salads — and could she grab a big jar of ranch dressing, too? Thanks so much. Now that those meals are done, it’s time to warm up two large trays of lasagna, hop in Paulson’s car and zip over to the American Indian Community Center.

“I tell people, ‘I need a siren on top of this Jeep,’” she says. “I gotta get this food to people — and I gotta go here, and then there, and it has to be at this temperature.

“There’s not much room for error,” she says. I hang on as she careens off Second Avenue.

We’re an hour early for her Community Dinner, but men are already wilting in the afternoon heat as we pull into the parking lot at First Covenant Church.

Paulson has helpers in place in the kitchen and chow line. Tonight’s gathering requires only about 35 meals; toward the end of the month, when food stamp money runs out, demand soars to 150. It’s a gathering filled with men and women and families who have disabilities, can’t keep a job, just need a break — people like Jim, who has ideas for improving food-service procedures at various local charities, and Rand, who wants to get into computers.

Emily Paulson oversees the whole operation. During a break, she tells me, she grew up here. That’s why, she says, she wants “to make Spokane an even better place — for everybody. The people I know, the people I don’t know. The rich people. And the homeless people. Everybody.”