By Gabrielle Wildheart I am the cliché of the midlife person who spontaneously develops an interest in birdwatching. I’ve been on the Merlin app for a few years now, but in the summer of my 39th year things got a bit more serious, and I graduated to E-bird. (If you know, you know.) It’s no…
By S.E. Reid With its own “strange, hidden corners,” Ferris Island, is similar in many ways to what we Islanders speak of as our own “Old Vashon.” For more Ferris Island tales, visit: http://talebones.substack.com. For more Ferris Island tales, visit: http://talebones.substack.com. Did you miss Part 1 of this story? Read Part 1 here. The barman…
In July issue’s “With Wand and Shawl: the Investiture of Vashon’s New Co-Poets Laureate,” we welcomed Iris Spring and C. Hunter Davis into this shared role. Please enjoy a poem by C. Hunter Davis. When summer ended my mother putthe bars of soap in a tinso we wouldn’t be pestered byants and mice.All winter long…
The temperatures in Europebroke records yesterdayfor the third straight year. The news reporteda three-year-old locked himselfin the family car and died. His Dad was gardening.His Mother was napping.Whose fault could thispossibly be? ~ Laura C. Lipmann Laura C. Lippman is a retired family practice physician and poet. Her two collections of poetry, The Catastrophist’s Daughter…