Boom. Boom. A few seconds later, a deeper, basso profundo boom, so deep, I felt the ground beneath me belching….
Dr. King, like I, grew up as a preacher’s kid.
Over the holidays, I decided to go visit an elderly woman I deeply admired.
In 2025, we’ll stick to our lists, check them every day, and definitely stay on track. Right?
At a Christmas Eve dinner, several of our family and friends got into an intense conversation about diversity, equity and inclusion.
Occasionally, on Facebook, I’ll post something I call a “thrift store find of the week.”
A father’s influence in a child’s life is inestimable.
It happened on a Blue Friday.
This coming Sunday afternoon (Dec. 8), my artist friend Craig Thorpe and I will be signing copies of “Faith Matters: The Ebb and Flow of Unstoppable Hope” at Island Books from 1 to 3 p.m.
I love Thanksgiving hymns.
A few years ago, I stopped at Chief Sealth’s grave near the Agate Pass Bridge in Kitsap County.
I am reminded of the words of a first century carpenter-turned-rabbi who said, “A house divided against itself cannot stand.”
Vote yes, pay less, writes a Mercer Island mother of three.
