The meat store was in a strange, rather derelict building that Jay and Mike thought would do just fine for a produce stand (Jay's Farm St...

I read a while back about how writing a narrative of your day is a great way to get a bird's eye view of how things are going in life; fo...

I was running for my life. No one would save me but these two legs, this quickly tiring heart, these heaving lungs. There was nothing els...

Yesterday I tackled the file cabinet. It wasn't that it was so disorganized - just unused. It's still solid, outliving my needs. I apprec...

Yesterday I made a huge pot of pinto beans. They simmered all day and made my home smell like my childhood - we ate a lot of beans growin...

I watched the movie last week and loved it. It's sticky, you know? Lots to think about. Art! It does that to ya. The thing that most reso...

This morning on the beach I found a message in a bottle. I was head clear, eyes eating up the ocean view, and I stumbled over a small gla...

Part of me laughed as I typed that title. Me? A runner? But I am. I am slow, and I am new to the running journey but I am a runner. And I...

A ziploc bag of spaghetti sauce sags on the counter, slowly defrosting until I pour it out onto noodles for dinner. I've been reading Ha...

Things leave their marks on us. While I had a handsome baby boy in November, I still look a bit pregnant. My Dad survived a heart attack ...

In 2018 I posted on my favorite books of the year and I had a long list, with quotes and everything. But I didn't have a sweet, huggable...

The year is not over yet, I know. But I'm in full on reflection mode and I'll probably write more on the year over the next two weeks...s...

Throughout my teen years I had a good family friend with whom I occasionally played tennis. He was a fantastic tennis player and helped c...

Ikea and I met afresh after a long hiatus last week. I came home laden with useful things: matching spice jars (I have had a spice jar ep...

Sometime in the early morning Samantha had a nightmare. She said it was about sharks. I had been having a nightmare until I heard her sni...

I am enjoying being part of a writing group. We set out some practices for ourselves this summer where we pick a word and then free write...

"And to write is to sow and to reap at the same time." Ellie Wiesel in Memoirs Mr. Wiesel is an author and holocaust survivor. I'm readin...

Dale and I had fancy drinks and sushi at a rooftop bar in Bellevue on Saturday night. It had been a dream of mine since I'd heard about t...

Well, feeling the baby halfway through this pregnancy is awesome. I sit down in my bedroom reading chair and lift my big legs onto the ot...

One mid-July evening, when the jewel colors of the Chehalis and Wishkah rivers and the hills of Douglas Firs sparkle their brightest, Dad...