Yesterday morning I saw a little yellow Ford Pinto cruising through the neighborhood and I found it quite charming. The fellow in the driver’s seat had his window open to the sunny morning air and he was fifty-something with curly hair and a colorful beanie to keep his ears warm. Every aspect of this picture…
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Article published here: https://www.volunteerparkconservatory.org/news/valentines-day-concert When we arrived at the Conservatory, the greenhouse was lit with an inviting and gentle glow, a guiding light in the midst of a cloudy Seattle evening. As we entered the glass frame, our senses opened to the warm, tropical atmosphere where the calatheas dozed and the orchids whispered to one…
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Dear Reader, Late last summer I went to Ireland. I remember buckling myself in on the plane and then turning to my travel buddy to say, “I really didn’t realize it until now. But actually going to Ireland feels like stepping into a real live fairy tale. I don’t know if I will see the…
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April 1st. In honor of day one of National Poetry Writing Month, I wanted to share a poem I wrote yesterday, while wandering around my neighborhood graveyard: I visit the dead. Even their gravestones are buried now. I dig them out from layers of soil and grass cover. They’re not even that long gone. 1950s was…
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Let’s talk about trees. There are a lot of trees where I grew up, and I guess there are a lot where I live now. The west coast is filthy with trees. Not only do we have trees in our neighborhoods and along our highways, but we have these vast parks devoted to them. I…
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[Below I’ve shared my favorite poem and also what I based my website’s name on. Since the internet is always changing, I wanted this available here for both myself and you lovely readers! Enjoy!] Say More, Speak Like Rain by Arne Ruste “Am I perhaps the only believer now? I believe in words I believe…
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You know how sometimes your writing is published by an organization, and then their website is updated and all previous works are washed away into yesteryear? This is one such article, from my time living and working aboard tall ships with Grays Harbor Historical Seaport in 2014. I have not put my editor’s eyes to…
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Seeing problems arise and feeling like you’re playing whack-a-mole? I sure am! Maybe it’s because Mercury is in retrograde. Maybe it’s because I moved this month. Maybe it’s because some fundamental changes have been happening. Maybe it’s because I’m looking for work. Maybe it’s because the greatest plans of men and mice often go astray….
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Moving is so messy! First step, release pure chaos by pulling everything out that you forgot you owned. Next, wear it, play with it, and — oh wait, was I supposed to be packing? That first round of moving is the most fun for me. If I’ve lived somewhere for years, there is more to…
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One of my favorite perks to my home are the windows. My home is bathed in a warm glow of sunlight from tall, cathedral-esque windows. Plants climb up my walls on shelves and tables to twice my height. Its like a Beauty and the Beast library hall, but for plants, and just as reverent. This…
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