Month: July 2014

  • Not Quite Finster

    Not Quite Finster

      There we were, just taking the scenic route, over White Pass, through the Wenatchee Forest, when we came upon the unexpected. There are times when I find whimsy in the unexpected and nonsensical. This wasn't one of those times. "STOP!" I say to the[..]
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  • Another Mississippi Burning

    Another Mississippi Burning

        Friends: My dear friend Deedy Salie lost her home in Mississippi yesterday. Deedy is a Gold Star wife. Her husband, David, was killed in Afghanistan. Long-time readers of the blog will remember that I wrote often of Deedy during 2005-2007. It was Joe[..]
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  • Keeping it Weird and Loud

    Keeping it Weird and Loud

      I have lived in Portland at various times of my adult life. First as a college student, then as a young married woman. My three older children were all born in the Greater Portland area. I was living there when Mt. St. Helen's erupted.[..]
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  • Death without a Funeral

    Death without a Funeral

      This was going to be the blog post in which I announced that daughter Konnie and her husband are expecting wee ones. I had it all written in my mind. I was going to share with you how long a struggle this has been[..]
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  • What we can do

    What we can do

      I leave town for a few days and I be dadgum if the whole world didn't fall apart. There are wildfires brewing in Wenatchee. Bombs dropping in Gaza. People shooting down ¬†passengers planes from the sky over the Ukraine. And let's not forget the[..]
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  • A Good Kind of Lonely

    A Good Kind of Lonely

      I was talking with a friend recently. She's moved to a new community, started a new job, is in a new relationship. To the casual observer everything looks hunky-dorey. Everything is hunky-dorey most of the time. But there are these moments - moments like[..]
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  • Dookyheaded Fraud

    Dookyheaded Fraud

      There I was, sitting in that red chair, the one next to the window where I can watch the finches feed, when the phone call came. It was 7:30 p.m. The yellow finch was at the feeder. It was a phone number I did[..]
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  • If Hell had levels …

    If Hell had levels …

      It's hot as blazes around here. That's what I told my buddy Charlie when he called from Boston. Just imagine shoveling all the snow in the winter, he said. ¬†That will put it in perspective. I don't have to imagine shoveling snow in the[..]
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  • Spying: Who gives a bong?

    Spying: Who gives a bong?

      You might worry, too, if your last name was Zacharias. Did you see the report that the National Security Agency and FBI have breached the privacy of US citizens? Not surprisingly there isn't a Jones, Brown, Greene, or Smith in the bunch. But there[..]
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