By Pam “Gates” Johnson Soft Dinner Rolls My daughter-in-law Sarah loves these rolls. I make them for her every few weeks. Ingredients 1 cup warm water2 tbsp soft butter1 egg3¼ cups bread flour¼ cup sugar1 tsp salt1½ packages dry yeast (about 3 tsp) InstructionsIn warm mixing bowl, mix water, yeast, and sugar and let set…
The Language of Home In the room at the top of the houseUnder the madroneShe listens for stories the ancient tree tells.She hears the tree sing and growl and moan and howl.Those who have come before reappear and take their placeWoven into the place she calls home. “Please come close” they say.We want to tell…
By Claudia Hollander-Lucas Photo by Claudia Hollander-Lucas
By Jo Ann Herbert I came in the spring It’s fall now and time for going Help my body to lie under the Redwoods right here on the pile of golden needles so golden the light, so quiet yes, right here don’t worry about the rain soon I will be gone turn my palms up…
By Andy Valencia After the night of packing, the car was already racing along as the first rays of sun woke Tom up. They were going very fast, and there were countless cars around them. As Tom watched the world go by, he wondered Just how big IS the world? The answer was: very, very…
By Alex Soriano The Observant Frog’s Log by Alex Soriano
By Daniel Hooker I’m doing some work on the house. First floor, everything is on track and going well. But upstairs is a different story. ~ The definition of Irony: the opposite of Wrinkly. ~ Witches are really bad at math, but great at spelling. ~ A pony goes to the vet, and says, “Doc,…
By Seán Malone and John Sweetman Our assignment this month from The Loop editors was to write a “spooky” Halloween story. Now normally we do not take story “assignments,” but this seemed a quite reasonable request since we were running low on story ideas, and a little additional “direction” came just in time to forestall…
By O.S. Van Olinda One afternoon in early September 1895, Mr. Lehmann started out from Seattle in his little sloop, having with him his pretty little three-year-old daughter. He intended sailing over to Vashon Landing, tying his boat up there and walking across to visit his brother John, who at that time owned the farm…