Change has been my constant companion. At first, misunderstood. At times, unwelcome. At last, recognized, though I have not always been. Recognized. Especially on returning home after a considerable absence. It comes in waves, it seems. The awkward handshake. The slow...
If I have to go to each and every new eatery in my neighborhood to conduct access audits and negotiate deals, I will, readers. I will. Down here in the Square, Rain Shadow Meats opened last month. I tracked the new construction with great expectation. We resident...
Handmade pasta crafted with love and devotion mere blocks from my condo. And me, an Italophile. How to resist? I shouldn’t. I couldn’t. I didn’t. But I did have to tackle some obstacles: one steep hill, two awkward steps, and a whole lot of stubborn...
“What are you, his mother?” the paramedic asked my wife. I was in a stretcher in the back of an ambulance outside Boston on a frigid night. It had taken a lifetime for them to maneuver me down the steep and tight back steps of my parents’ colonial,...
Spring is in full swing in Seattle. I see reminders everywhere that renewal is possible. “That’s me,” I say when I wheel by one of the London Plane trees that line Occidental Mall, somewhat scarred but ready to burst forth with new leaves. I live...
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