Let’s face it; we’re all just a bunch of babies. This has become apparent as I spend more time with my seventeen month old grandson. He and I want the same things. Come to think of it, it’s possible we all want the same things we did when we were that age. I’m envious he…
On the twenty first of September, our youngest turns thirty. As in years old. Which means her father and I are “getting up there.” We don’t really mind as long as our health remains good. Yet it’s tough to look at the baby in the family and realize she isn’t twelve any more. Twelve…
Last Wednesday night, the Key Arena was host to The Eagles in Concert, and to use an old cliche, it was a blast from the past. Imagine a sold out crowd of people in their fifties and sixties, a sea of silver hair and balding heads, being transformed into the bunch of kids they…
“Just think,” my neighbor encouraged, “over a thousand people’s worth of positive energy!” I was sold. That right there was the line that set me over the top. I’d never considered doing a half marathon (certainly never a whole one!) yet I was sold. Let’s face it, this is the end of a…
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…