The Vashon Loop

Our last instructions from Papa Jim had been to carry the rowboat, “not to drag it; lest the barnacles and rocks tear up the bottom. “  Mike and I had a hold of the...

In the Eiffel Tower near the bank of the River Seine, in the summer of 1957, I ate my first artichoke ever. It came to the table with a little bowl of melted butter...

There was an election in Australia the other week. I have no understanding of Australian politics, so I read up on the subject. Their Liberal Party is conservative. The National Party, a smaller party, joined with...

I’m wondering if you have noticed that the plants are flowering at different times this year.  The rhododendrons are usually pretty much done by the end of April, but this year, they are a...

On Friday June 7 from 6 to 9 p.m. Vashon Heritage Museum invites you to join us for the opening of its largest exhibit ever: IN AND OUT: Being LGBTQ on Vashon Island. More than...

I have not really felt like writing much of anything lately, mostly because I have been stuck pondering the question of “Why Bother?” This comes on the heels of contemplating the question of why...

It was nearly time to write another story as John and I were basking in creaky desk chairs, watching the sailboats ply the harbor, waiting for inspiration.  I asked John if he had ever...

As I write, on the eve of Mother’s Day,  the hall thermostat set at 69 degrees, the actual temperature is 80. Yet I don’t feel uncomfortable. We adjust. We keep well hydrated and wear...

Happened to be watching CBC, Canadian television, the other day when the Stanley Cup playoffs came on. Translation for those of you too American to know: the Stanley Cup playoffs are the World Series, the...

In the first session since the Democrats have taken control of both houses of the state legislature, perhaps the most ambitious bill in the country requiring a transition to renewable energy was passed into...

Vashon Sheepdog Classic announces 10th Anniversary of 2019 sheepdog trials running Thursday June 6 through Sunday June 9, 2019 at Misty Isle Farms on Vashon Island.  On over 30 acres of breathtaking fields at...

John and I were sitting in the front room of my quaint log cabin, on a cliff above outer Quartermaster, recalling ferry stories: when I remembered the “burnt out clutch.” We were pulling away from...