I write this nearly a week before the strike deadline set by the teachers of Sequim School District to meet…
I was wondering what astronauts see from their whirling home miles up in space when my mind-reader editor happened to…
I have never thought that disorderly mobs were a good idea whether riots, protests or demonstrations of civil disobedience. Organized…
I’m pretty sure that Mother Nature doesn’t read my columns, but she might as well have given the coincidental happenings…
I have believed for some years now that Greater Sequim is going to become the new California. Certain sea life…
Some columns just beg for follow up. Maybe.
“Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me.”
Representative, I like it that you make yourself readily available to your constituents and that you are open with your…
Today is Memorial Day and I write as if a mysterious time machine has thrust me backwards and forwards at…
Listen, can you hear it? The sound of ears shutting to any idea other than their own. Have you seen…
The poem starts:
Healthcare will be complicated as long as our nation fails to place a value on our citizens and entitled others’…
One of the joys of being the grandmother of an adult granddaughter is the walks in which we exchange our…