Jan Bono’s Blog

“When I no longer need it,” said Great Aunt Flora, “you get this ring.” With long, bony fingers, she tapped the Ellensburg Blue Agate on the middle finger of her right hand. “My sister Cora found this stone herself back in…” her voice trailed off. “Well, let’s see,...

“You’ll never be able to keep this house up by yourself,” said my soon-to-be-ex-husband. “You don’t know the first thing about home maintenance.” In the worst way, I wanted to wipe that self-satisfied smirk off his face. Although I’d never previously resorted to...

“What’s her name?” a well-meaning friend asked me. I sighed. “Remember the television sitcom ‘Murphy Brown’?” “With Candice Bergen.” My friend nodded. “Of course. She’s still one of my all-time TV heroes. So what’s that have to do with the name of your new car?” I...

It must be my week to get out and listen to some great music. Tonight, Tony Starlight brings his “Neil Diamond Tribute” to the Venetian Theatre in Hillsboro, and I’ll be up in the balcony watching the engaged audience participation, and happily singing along. I’ve...

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...