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...

Mr. Clinton, was the friendly, greasy hands, jack-of-all trades, bike mechanic, who ran our local sporting equipment store. My parents...

Sometimes people are in our life just for a season, but they can leave their love with us in unforgettable ways. Three people did this...

Sharing the Journey in 2025 I started a huge project a couple months ago—sorting through fifteen file boxes full of old personal letters...

Mom loved clothes shopping, and she had an incredible wardrobe—sensible business suits, that she mixed and matched to make a variety of...

My evening walk to the bus takes me past homes and townhouses that once bore the campaign signs of autumn. During October, I observed...