I arrived a bit early for my volunteer shift at my granddaughter’s school, so I took a few minutes to watch the senior class at the...

Summer at the Ranch Summertime once meant hot days on my grandparent’s ranch. Grandma’s lessons lingered long after those summers ended....

Mel: Some heroes where scrubs. Sometimes, we meet amazing individuals like Mel on the toughest days. He says his passion is bringing...

Avon and her daughter Karen in 2019 I had just turned twelve when I officially began my babysitting career with the Anderson family. I...

I didn’t know much about the sport of track and field until my son started competing in high school. I quickly realized it’s a sport that...

This week, while I was eating my sack lunch on a bench at the University of Washington, I found myself staring at one of the old...

I’d flown to Tucson, Arizona to be with my father. I imagined that I could just sit quietly by his hospital bed, but the nursing staff...

I found this grainy photo of my mom, and on the back, in my grandmother’s cursive, it was labeled “The Hitchhiker”. It was the summer of...

Here’s a Friday flashback. Circa April 2011. My son, Tommy, was a junior at the University of Washington using his trademark energy and...

On my weekly walk to see my granddaughter, I go past an interior design store that has this huge picture in its front window. I like to...

When I married her son, Bernadean might have felt there were things about my life to concern her. She may have wondered if I was the best...

I found the four-leaf clover in an unusual place. A small clover had been sealed between two small plastic discs and then encircled with...

It was one of those sunny, but too cold to be outside days, when I decided to use my great-grandmother’s sewing machine for the first...

Recently a friend was chatting with me about life passing by without her leaving much of a mark on humanity. We both are at the age when...

Let me begin by confessing it was my idea to pull out the 500-piece puzzle. Even though I help my granddaughter with her much easier...

Long ago, Mom was our small town’s librarian, and I remember her telling me about an older man coming to the library almost every day...

I’ve heard that mothers of sons sometimes have a harder time letting them go. Perhaps, but if letting go means gaining a bonus daughter...

Throughout the dark days of January, I looked for bright spots on my walks to and from the bus stop—they bring cheer this time of year....

Mom’s small pickup pulled over on a wide spot along the dirt road. It had been at least an hour’s drive on its washboard surface. My...

In 1929  money was scarce. Jobs even more so. But a young woman was determined to become a nurse. The sick needed care, and Grace felt...