It was a simple request, really. The Peninsula Players simply asked me to write a short melodrama to be performed during “Railroad Days,” July 16 and 17, in Ilwaco. The secretary of the group said something about a train robbery, and that the 10-minute skit should...
Way back on November 1, 1999, a friend of mine suggested that I begin keeping a gratitude journal. I remember the exact date because November is the month generally known for “giving thanks” and she challenged me to write 10 gratitudes each evening before bed. Ten...
It’s so easy to focus on what’s wrong in the world. Earthquakes, tsunamis, nuclear meltdowns, contaminated drinking water, famine—the list goes on. Just 30 minutes of network news is enough to ruin several nights’ sleep. In our personal lives we can also choose to...
Dr. Maya Angelou turns 83 tomorrow. She’s been a hero of mine since 1993, when she became the second poet to ever read a poem during the presidential inauguration. The second poet, but the first woman. Never mind the minor detail that she’s also an African American, I...
I know we all can’t celebrate the start of baseball season on the same day; at any given time, fifty percent of the teams are playing away from home. So in and around Seattle we must wait another week to see “our boys” take the field. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still mad...
