We can train our brains to be selective in what we see and experience.
The Reverend Doctor John A. Huffman Jr. entered my life when I was a senior at Seattle Pacific University in the fall of 1973.
There was a tangible pall that hung over the Pacific Northwest the day after the Mariners came to within eight outs of going to their first ever World Series.
Ten years before I got married, I listened to that popular Jim Croce song on the radio while studying in my college dorm room.
Mickey Mantle had been my sports hero as a kid.
“So what do you think of Charlie?” That’s a question that’s been posed in person and over social media in…
This week we observe the somber anniversary of a tragic Tuesday millions of Americans will never forget. Twenty-four years ago,…
Following the death of my wife’s 94-year-old father, it fell to me to sort through his office for important papers…
From time to time I have shared Godwinks in this weekly column.
Change is an inevitable reality in life, even on Mercer Island.
When John learned of my application for the position at Covenant Living at the Shores, he became a self-appointed advocate… and a spy.
Just take a close-up look at who we are.
Following our move to Mercer Island twenty years ago, two Wallys came into my life.
