Leftovers, Line the Corners of my Plate…
Last night, before I waddled into my carbo-induced coma and awaiting bed, I heard the song, The Way We Were. And this morning I'm...
A Salute to My Favorite Veteran
Captain Dad and his trusty steed (F-100) on the flightline.
I grew up loving a veteran: my Dad, a larger than life man who flew...
Vashon Halloween: Ghouls Just Wanna Have Fun
Cheshire Gigantica: At 357 pounds, the best-ever jack-o-lantern stole the night.
Vashon Islanders take their celebrations seriously, in a non-serious sort of way. Halloween is...
Surprising Our Super-Hero Dad
My super hero could fly.
My first memory of Dad as super hero came in the first grade. Allowed to navigate the theater concession stand...
Mom’s the Word
A younger me in the company of Mom and Grandma greatness.
Mother's Day is a tough one to get right sometimes; it has been a...
Dining on Gratitude
Namaste. One yoga pose I can manage without toppling over.
I woke up this morning still shining from the polish of the evening before. A...
When Marriages and Toasters Were Built to Last
My favorite couple in 1953.
My parents are about to celebrate 58 years together, an anniversary also shared with one of their favorite wedding gifts, ...
You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby…
My mother just turned 80, and the family was together to celebrate not only the milestone but the lovely woman who wears it so...
Merry Christmas From My House to Yours
No white stuff this year, but I love recalling 2008, when a lush blanket of snow halted everything on the island but our laughter...
Recalling When Christmas Came to Vashon
The old place bedazzled by swags of C-9s.
I was revisiting some of my past Christmas posts, and stumbled upon the one that follows. While...
