My husband likes to get dirt under his fingernails. It’s in his DNA. Last night I found him outside on his hands and knees uprooting the few plants in our garden that had survived our wet winter weather. “You will get better light here,” he said to a clump of strawberry plants before dropping ... Read More >>
These are the Days
I write and enjoy breakfast with a small group of women each Wednesday morning. Now that we are all staying in our homes as the world turns upside down, we meet over Zoom so we can see one another's faces and feel connected. We usually do a couple of very short, 5-8 minute writing prompts and share ... Read More >>
The Grace of Autumn
Autumn executed a hostile takeover in Seattle this year. One September afternoon my family was enjoying a sunny picnic at one of the many lakes around the city, and the next we were enveloped in a heavy marine layer that blew in from the Pacific and parked itself at the foothills of the Cascade ... Read More >>
The Happiness Quotient
I recently watched a documentary on Amazon Prime Video called: Happy. It featured real-life stories of people around the world who, despite their circumstances, live happy lives. Something about the ideas presented in the show lingered in my thoughts for days. If happiness depends on our lives ... Read More >>
The Peace of Wild Things
Take heart all you Mama and Papa bears! This beautiful bit of wisdom written by Wendell Berry offered me much comfort while raising my children. Enjoy! The Peace of Wild Things When despair grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives ... Read More >>
Seeking Light
I live in the northwestern half of Washington State in a land of tall trees and cold seas where, for a few weeks a year, I feel dangerously close to slipping into a darkness-filled slump. With the addition of low-slung clouds and the threat of rain, the days feel deceptively short and the nights ... Read More >>
The Kids’ Table
My family’s Thanksgiving feast changes each year as different faces grace the table. People move away, pass away, get married, and age, and squirrelly children become vibrant young adults. For as long as I can remember, my parents have welcomed and embraced anyone who walked through their front ... Read More >>