We’d been storing the huge window panel in our shed—it was being kept for “one of those days” when it could be used for a greenhouse. So,...

During the summer months, in an outside seating area, a delightfully painted piano sits with a sign that says, “Play me”. It was just...

I was visiting my grandparents at their remote cabin, deep in the woods of Northern Idaho. Read: no electricity or indoor bathroom. They...

It had been blistering hot on my grandpa’s wheat ranch. We’d gotten the call that harvest would be a week sooner because it was nearly...

There was once a reality show about shedding for the wedding—it was a couples’ competition to see who could lose the most weight to win a...

I had my excuses for taking the low road, but Dad wasn’t accepting them. At the time, I could blame my parent’s divorce, a difficult new...

Walking back from the library, my granddaughter exclaimed, “I’m going to climb that.” I looked over at the daycare play structures we...

I placed our letters in the mailbox, clearly marked Grad-O-Grams. My daughter had asked if we wanted to write our soon-to-graduate...

Long ago, we enjoyed celebrating my grandson’s birthday at the beach. As he waited for friends and family to arrive, he gripped a huge...

We said goodbye to our faithful truck this week. While I knew this day would eventually come, I didn’t think I would be the one behind...

Recently my son pulled out an old newspaper article that had been written about my mom. A whole section was devoted to her little log...

Dear Ms. Thorstrom, I should have written this letter after I’d finished high school—to thank you for helping me through my junior year....

I took a picture of this terrific guy who has been alongside me on life’s journey for over forty-five years. I’ve had way more life with...

I’d seen the World War II Veteran about a year ago, sitting in Safeway’s Starbuck coffee area. I thought about stopping to greet him, but...

Our walk to the library was filled with preschool chatter. My granddaughter was equally nervous and excited. She carefully carried her...

I was captivated by this wall photo. It’s so foggy you can’t see where the tracks lead. Without knowing where the tracks are heading,...

I was about seven in this Easter Sunday photo. We always went to church, but first we enjoyed Mom’s homemade hot cross buns. I loved the...

Mom gave us fair warning—bring our work clothes. It was her annual spring cleaning—something I’d been part of since my childhood. I put...

Tom’s mom will have her 94th birthday next week. She’s strong, savvy, and continues to show me just what a combination of faith, love,...

A while back I found a sign left at my bus stop. No doubt, it’s a “sign” of our times. Then there’s Winslow*—that’s the name I’ve given...