By Mickey Fontaine This article continues the topic of young adults entering our work force. Read Part 1 here. We next talked with John, who highlighted the huge amount of pressure that we put on students to decide their career path: “The system isn’t tailored well to people with doubts. Right as you become financially…
Legends of Vashon – Swimming the Colvos
As recounted to Tripper Harrison I’ll just dive right in here because that’s what I do. Mom always said to never go swimming for at least two hours after you eat, or you could seize up and drown. I generally tried to stick by her advice, but she never said anything about liquids doing the…
The Accusatory Fog
By Gene Kuhns We must be courageous enough, curious enough, and intellectually honest enough to break the chain of Accusatory Fog. What does this mean? There surrounds each one of us a fog of accusations, partial truths, or outright lies about many things, organizations, places, items, and people. Whether it started as gossip, because of…
Roasted Butternut Squash and Apple Salad
By Nichole Banducci You’ve gotta try this perfect, unexpected fall / winter salad. It’s a family favorite during the holidays, but honestly, I can sit down with a plate of it at any time. Roasted squash, onions, and apples provide a uniquely delicious base, highlighted by tart cranberries, crunchy pecans, and salty/sweet manchego cheese. The…
At the Vashon Island Coffee Roasterie
Enjoy Holiday Cheer at the Vashon Island Coffee Roasterie! Illustration by Jane Valencia
Island Epicure – Chicken Soup Season
By Marjorie Watkins with Suzanna Leigh Winter winds mean it’s chicken soup season! For soup stock, you can use canned chicken broth or chicken broth cubes and water, or you can make your own broth with chicken bones. My grandmother Fanny taught me how to make the bone broth. Fanny and Albert, my grandfather, came…
Llaughing Llamas – December
By Daniel Hooker A friend came up to me and said she’s giving up ham for Christmas. I said, “Porque no?” ~ A rabbi, a priest, and a politician are on a road trip, and their car breaks down out in the country. They see a farmhouse in the distance. They walk to the farmhouse,…
Naked Are The Branches
By Antoinette M. Levine Autumn reflects – natural release cycles – that encourage a wise willingness to let go. Nature’s seasonal guidance inspired Ms. Levine to pen this poem.
It Was a Night of Psychedelic Canaries at Grandmother’s House
The baby screams in the house full of leftover turkey & stuffing, fries and pies potatoes mashed by another shrieker & his dad. Sleep settles into all the warm beds but mine. Awake as windows rattle I pen a poem. Stillness embraces all the others downstairs. Our dogs mumble in sleep, paws tapping. I imagine…