I want you to help me write my obituary. Sure. What would you like to say? Okay, it has to begin with, I was born on a high and windy hill. No. You weren’t born on a high and windy hill. What are you talking about? I was born on a high and windy hill. […]Read More Her Story, Her Way
Last year, as the Seattle Seahawks were departing for New York to play in Super Bowl XLVIII, I wrote a post declaring I am a 12th Man, and attempted to explain to those who are not from the Pacific Northwest, or are Seahawk fans, just what that means. Tomorrow is the playoff game between Seattle and […]Read More I’m A 12th Man, And I’m In!
San Francisco, you are the World Series champions! With this grand accomplishment, I am reminded of two things I deeply cherish: A belief that “Baseball is an allegorical play about America, a poetic, complex, and subtle play of courage, fear, good luck, mistakes, patience about fate, and sober self-esteem.” -Saul Steinberg And my dad and […]Read More San Francisco Giants Win The World Series
I do not remember when I first heard of my Uncle Max. I cannot think of a time when I did not know his name, his fate, and to never, never mention him in front of my grandmother. I have been thinking about him a lot lately, because he wanted to be a writer, and […]Read More The Final Paragraph Of His Story
Opportunities for children to learn, grow, shine are sought and seized by eager parents everywhere, wanting more than anything to provide that environment where their kids not only develop whatever gifts and talents they have, but thrive and revel in them. Sometimes, parents’ intentions are to help their child with social skills, with self-esteem, with […]Read More Theatre Brought To Us In A Little Red Truck
This morning, while I peacefully sat drinking coffee, and chatting with my family; seven year old granddaughter, who had been studying me from across the living room, said, “Grandma, you look just like a rock star who grew up”. Wow! I’m good with that! And if our grandchildren want to think we look like rock stars […]Read More Let’s Rock On!
Last week I was absentmindedly reading friends’ Facebook posts and comments, when I came across one that not only made me do the cartoonish ahooga eye-pop; but put me in such a state, I wanted to smack something, or someone. I read and reread the comment; no question about it, the writer, in all his […]Read More It’s A Double Dog Dare
I learned today I have a bone to pick with Thomas Jefferson. Or maybe a leafy green thing to pick with him. “Tom! What were you thinking?” Peacefully reading the news this morning, I came across a story reporting how you were the culprit, the person who introduced those dread broccoli seeds to our United […]Read More Thomas Jefferson And My War With Broccoli
There is a belief time changes things. I choose to think that time encompasses and embraces all things in its forward movement. We may speak, behave, and view life differently now than in days gone by; but, I do not think those long ago ways are gone, they just are no longer used. And so it is […]Read More More Than Flowers Or Flags, Please Meet John V. Apple
The Mother Lode; rich in gold, 49’er history, and splendor that was a significant part of my life growing up in, what was then, rural California. My family and grandparents spent countless weekends during the 1950’s driving around the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, and panning for gold in many of the mineral rich […]Read More Jenny Lind, You Owe Me One