I got blessed during the last Seahawks game, and not because of the outcome. Gus and I ventured out for supplies right before Blue Thunder, our local drumming corps, marched fans into the stadium. They had massed on Occidental and King, resting their instruments...
The surprise package and note came from a friend who had sheltered me at her sanctuary in Hawaii many years ago. It started this way: “This letter has been in process for a very long time.” She expressed appreciation for my observations. She told me that...
Leslie and I now work a block from each other, which is really great, really. Carpooling is good for the environment, right? The couple that commutes together transmutes together, or cahoots together, or something like that. So it’s all good until it’s not...
I asked the vendor at the U-District Farmer’s Market what makes a second sweet potato a second sweet potato. Little things, mostly. Mostly superficial. Every time I purchase seconds, I feel disproportionately proud. In the summer, it’s tomatoes for...
We were at Tinello in Pioneer Square with good friends from the neighborhood yucking it up at a pre-celebration of Leslie’s birthday on a Friday night when Leslie got a call. She doesn’t usually answer the phone, any phone, especially during a good...
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