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...

A huge box containing a new wooden oval dining table arrived at my daughter’s home. My son-in-law and I opened it. We laughed, because...

I watched Mrs. Jeffery, the Home Economics teacher, fold her arms and tighten her lips into a straight line. I was sitting with my...

During the awful Covid summer of 2020, I spent a lot of time in our forest, just quietly pulling the prickly invasive vines growing...

Even after I left home, Dad always sent me a Valentine’s Day card. I could tell he spent time looking at all the card selections because...

While living through our time of farming poverty, we tried to add some income by combining our love of music with performing in a lounge....

While searching for an older photo I found this one. I shook my head and smiled. I’m not sure why I had so many one-piece outfits in my...

Back in my early years of high school, I volunteered to serve coffee and doughnuts during the break in the evening adult education...

It was about 3:00 in the morning and I was listening to my grandson finish packing his belongings before heading back to college. Even...

My husband Tom is a safe driver. He could have been a long-haul truck driver for the tireless hours he can spend behind the wheel. His...

The winter wind can be bone-chilling at Ediz Hook, a 3-mile-long sand spit, along the waterfront of Port Angeles. I wore a heavy coat and...

The day before our wedding, I took the three crisp twenty dollar bills my aunt had given us as a wedding present and went to the jewelry...

If you haven’t had a chance to meet a Christmas elf, let me introduce you to Claudia. By day, she works tirelessly for her clients in the...

It was a couple weeks before Christmas in 1995, and I booked one of those family emergency flights trying to get from the tip of...

I calculated that I’d walked past the badly weathered Take Your Time sign about six hundred times. The sign was once bright red and the...