I’ve been thinking a lot about communication. Or lack thereof. ‘Tis the season when I often hear from friends and relatives who I may not have heard from the other eleven months of the year. Yet it’s good to hear from them in the twelfth month and catch a glimpse of what’s been happening in…
I Wish I Had A River
I love the Olympic Games. Ever since I was young, my family would gather in front of the TV to watch athletes from all over the world perform their hearts out. Tears, falls, screams of happiness, performances that gave me chills and brought me to tears. Excellence never seen before and sometimes never repeated again….
50 Shades of Green
Sunday was the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year, and the official change from spring into summer. Although humans have been locked down in various stages over the past year, Mother Nature was never under quarantine. Spring in the Pacific Northwest is a riot of color as almost every bush, and, many trees,…
I will ever be the dreamer and maybe the naive one. But I fully believe in the inherent goodness of people and that we shall all overcome.
One of my favorite songs mourning the end of the summer is Don Henley’s classic 1984 anthem, The Boys of Summer (check it out here ). Every time I hear it I have California memories of dark, tanned skin, convertibles, Pacific Ocean waves, and Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses. Summer love. The beach at night, bonfires lighting…