I’m reading “Cloister Walk”, a collection of essays by Kathleen Norris, written during the time she spent living in a Benedictine monastery. The book is insightful and interesting and offers some nice tools for...
If I remember correctly and am allowed to oversimplify, one of the guiding principles behind “A Course in Miracles” is that pretty much everything in our lives is based on on either love or...
Every time we get a new car — and thankfully, that doesn’t happen often — it’s just a matter of time before I back into something with it. It could be a fence post,...
I love this time of year. It’s when I get to go through the file cabinets and shred old tax forms and other documents that are beyond their need-to-keep time. I like getting rid of...
Twenty years ago we reluctantly gave up our Volkswagen Vanagon and sacrificed part of our self image along with the car that we loved so dearly. It needed just too much engine work to...
Last fall I happened to be in the region of the state known for growing wheat, about eighty miles west of where I live — and in fact, the fabled amber waves of grain...
When I was still working as a massage therapist, one of my clients was a woman who wore wigs, not because she had alopecia or was undergoing chemotherapy, she wore wigs because she absolutely...
The other day I remembered a little song we used to sing as kids: “You’re in the army now, you’re not behind the plow. You’ll never get rich, by digging a ditch. You’re in...
This past weekend, I walked in the Women’s March. I live in the very eastern part of Washington State — far from the Seattle side, which is more progressive — so I was...
We have a significant number of eastern European immigrants in this area and several families from the Ukraine live in my immediate neighborhood. From the beginning, the kids were friendly and outgoing and spoke...
