Who immediately comes to mind when you read, “Obie took twenty-seven eight-by-ten color glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one to be used as evidence against us.” Yep, the very same guy who wrote and sang the ever-popular...
Back in the day, baby girls were always wrapped in pink, and baby boys in blue. I’ve never been a pink kind of gal myself, always leaning toward the cooler side of the color wheel, towards the greens and blues and purples. I wonder if that’s because I was wrapped in a...
Our family took frequent weekend “road trips” to visit Grandpa, or spend some time in the sunshine of Eastern Washington. To keep the four kids from squabbling, Mom often encouraged us to sing. “Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy…” “I’m looking...
Serendipity? Synchronicity? Divine Intervention? Call it what you will, but all of us have had those undeniable “coincidences” (things that can’t ignored or explained) that made our neck hair stand on end and take notice. Now I’ve driven the Sunset Highway hundreds of...
“You can start your day over any time you want,” I told a friend of mine over coffee. “Just shake off all the previous icky stuff and begin again.” “Forget all your glib responses this morning.” She glowered at me. “And tell me exactly how a person is supposed to do...
