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I’M NOT UNLIKE many professional artists. My work means piecing together a career from teaching, publishing, speaking fees, grants, honorariums and applying to choreograph in… Continue reading
IF I DON’T time it right, I’ll never get into my own bathroom. As if the two adults and two teens of my family don’t… Continue reading
SOMETIMES, WHEN FEELING overwhelmed by the stress of the modern holiday season, I think of a story that was told to me by an old… Continue reading
THE SUN HAS set, darkness has overcome the road. Coming up Fairholm Hill from Lake Crescent, the rain gives itself up for actual snow. Streetlights… Continue reading
THIS IS HOW the season finds me: determined, ear-to-ear, not to let November disappointment crush my December spirit. I am not going to spend the… Continue reading
a date which will live in infamy …” President Franklin D. Roosevelt said these words many years ago. Today, Dec. 7… Continue reading
THE WAVES WERE stacked, one upon the other, like fans rushing a concert stage. Last Saturday, the Pacific Ocean was utterly pounding First Beach in… Continue reading
It takes a village to get ready for the coming cold months.
FORKS IS A small, rural town, but even still, it’s not every day there are shots fired on the main street. Several American flags fluttered… Continue reading
HARDLY ANYONE WRITES thank-you notes anymore. But there are two I’ve been meaning to send. And I’ve learned to identify the feeling inside that knows… Continue reading
Sue Trettevick retired in June to be more available for her teenage daughters.
The wily fungus can make mushroom picking an adventure.
I have a limited tolerance for generic questions about where I see myself in the future. Life can be less conventional than people know it to be.
The recent orca deaths beg the question: Is it worth killing killer whales for whatever data the killing produces?