There is a YouTube video getting attention lately from people who may not be typical social media users — people like me.
The topic is “capsule wardrobes,” defi...
At age 14, I started a babysitting service in my neighborhood. There were loads of young families and parents who liked to party on weekends, so I was in great ...
Why do you read? Not just today’s newspaper articles or this particular column, but what makes you pick up a good novel, immerse yourself in a recently publishe...
I have said this before. There are not a lot of things as important at this time of year as wearing socks on your feet.
You scoff, perhaps. But I have it on go...
“If you already know the answers, ask better questions.” Yesterday, that phrase kept rolling across a computer screen in front of me in large, bold letters as I...
How are you today? I mean, really, “How are you … today?”
That’s the question the journalist Melissa Kirsch started asking herself early in the first wave of t...
“He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.”
— William Blake
When I find joy, I embrace it. For me, there is no poetic kiss inv...
Personality and disease appear to have a definite relationship. It’s as old as the ancient Greek philosophers. The first physician, Hippocrates, believed bodily...
Grandchildren are a gift. Even if I’d had no children, at this stage of my life I would probably borrow someone else’s kids — play with them, learn from them. C...
As I do almost every morning, I just finished reading the newspaper. Several morning papers, in fact. Newsprint versions with my magnifying glass in hand and on...
Many years ago during a visit to my parents, I saw a covered glass jar sitting on the kitchen counter. It contained a colorless liquid with golden raisins nesti...
I have been writing this column for roughly 20 years and have, no doubt, written several times about the healing power of laughter. Today’s submission carries t...
On summer days when the temperature soars, I tend to complain. A recent response from an astute friend to my whining comment stayed with me. He said, “Hot weath...
I’m offering you unbridled access to a conversation my husband and I had in the recent past. I referenced it in a previous column, but it’s a tale worth re-tel...
I was caught completely off guard when it happened. It was a Monday morning, and I was in the produce section of our local Fred Meyer store.
Six feet from me, a...
A few weeks ago my husband and I were invited to his 80-year-old cousin’s spacious, well-appointed condominium overlooking Puget Sound. It was supposed to be “j...
I’m going to share some words I have shared previously. They are even more relevant in this cautiously post-pandemic and politically and painfully divisive circ...
This is a newspaper column masquerading as an anniversary present. In a few days, my husband and I will have been married 37 years. Gifts are not typically exch...
Ready or not, my husband and I are about to undertake our first post-pandemic road trip.
It’s a four-day, three-night venture with long-held friends. In our 37...
I have always thought happiness was a state of being. It can be elusive at times but is more often present on days when the sun is shining brightly.
On those d...
