I was walking around West Seattle the other day with my little grandson. He was securely strapped into his Radio Flyer grandma-powered tricycle; his favorite mode of transportation and one we take everywhere even through the front door of the local grocery store. It has this wonderful long handle on the back of the tricycle […]

  Maybe it’s the time of year, or maybe it’s all in my head, but I’m feeling an uncomfortable disconnect from life as it’s always been. Seasonal changes stir up a mild dose of this every year, especially it seems, between summer and fall. Summer is so brazenly out there.  It’s the throw yourself outdoors

Having celebrated our thirty ninth wedding anniversary last Saturday evening, my husband and I spent some time reflecting on the institution of marriage. We came to one unarguable conclusion: marriage isn’t for wimps. It isn’t for people of indecision, for those who never complete a project, and not at all for those who value themselves

  It was a dream, building the house out on the end of the island. We worked excitedly with the architect and our builder friends coming up with the perfect plan to accommodate our growing family. Yes it’s true, they are adults now with lives of their own, but the idea was that they would

Monday morning was blustery to the point of concern. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach about our old sailboat tethered to the buoy in front of the house. What if the line didn’t hold? Had we secured it properly- good enough to withstand the tug-of-war it was subject to at

Tag along with just-barely-legitimate, yet somehow lovable, Private Detective Tony Russo, while he uncovers the truth behind an “accident” resulting in the death of a woman whose husband has spent his life stalking the one that got away; his long ago high school crush. A story of contemporary mayhem, “The Trouble with Tony,” written by