By Daniel Hooker From Shannon on my Facebook page: Freddie Mercury, Venus Williams, and Bruno Mars walk into a bar. They didn’t planet that way. ~ Recently, I’ve been eating so much pickled garlic to get over a summer cold that It’s had a side effect: those people who have been flapping around and driving…
By Stephen Buller For better or worse, money plays a big role in our lives – I would argue for better, as the concept of money was a brilliant invention that allowed individuals to store the value of their efforts and exchange the fruits of their labor to better their standard of living. The term…
By Suzanna Leigh Fishing at High Tide. Illustration by Suzanna Leigh
By Jane Valencia Whether purchased, gifted, or “caught” with flour and water, a well-tended sourdough starter burgeons with life. A keeper of sourdough often gets into a creative rhythm with using it, making breads for family and friends, and even distributing the starter itself. In times past, this culture of sharing sourdough had stronger significance…
By March Twisdale Years ago, a very smart friend of mine said the following: “Puberty blockers are perfectly safe. All you’re doing is hitting the pause button on puberty. When you go off them, everything resumes like normal. No harm done.” I remember that moment. Where I was standing. The weather. The time of day….
By Jane Valencia For several years, artist Anne Cotter Moses and I met regularly to make quick paintings in Island spaces. This one was made just outside Cafe Luna. Outside Cafe Luna. Illustration by Jane Valencia
By Caitlin Rothermel This is a tasty, colorful, and consistently popular summer salad option that can be served as a side dish alongside anything, or as a light main dish. I have made it for years and brought it to every type of gathering – even non-salad and/or non-kale people like this dish. I call…
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…