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Honoring sacrifice
Honoring sacrifice

As a journalist, I’ve covered many events honoring veterans — Memorial Day, parades, funerals, dedications, anniversaries and Veterans Day, of course. Usually, they are somber affairs with “Taps” and flyovers and the...

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A counter attack
A counter attack

I’d been waiting for a new kitchen for, I don’t know, somewhere close to forever. Previous remodels have always been your basic facelift — fresh paint, new countertops, updated hardware. But I’ve never had a bonafide new...

A quiet, shady spot
A quiet, shady spot

Sunday night, the thickest layer of marine fog we’ve seen possibly all summer crept in and blanketed our piece of the coast in thick, cold grey. I didn’t mind. I’ve always enjoyed the moodiness of the fog. But you couldn’t...

Pages for ages
Robert’s Bookshop marks 30 years in Lincoln City
Pages for ages Robert’s Bookshop marks 30 years in Lincoln City

I love talking books and I consider myself well-read enough to carry on an intelligent conversation about the same. Or, that is, I did until I struck up a conversation with Bob Portwood and found myself with almost nothing to contribute beyond...

A Wander-full evening
A Wander-full evening

I arrived in Seattle at the writers’ conference on a Friday morning with plans to attend an autograph party that night and the awards dinner Saturday night. My novel, “Wander,” was a finalist for the Nancy Pearl Book Award in the...

A touch of the dram-atic
A touch of the dram-atic

I confess I know next to nothing about Scotch. I once admitted to a girlfriend, who happened to be a seasoned Scotch drinker, that I’d never tasted the stuff. She suggested in a wry sort of way that I best not as it would knock me on my butt.

Cliff Notes: Casting about, without a ‘Doubt’
Cliff Notes: Casting about, without a ‘Doubt’

Times are growing just a bit tense these days as the crew behind Rising Tide Productions readies to open the Pulitzer Prize- and Tony-winning play, “Doubt, A Parable.”

Cutting the cord
Cutting the cord

“Be brutal, you’ve got to be brutal.”

That was the hub’s and my mantra as I disappeared into our garage for the cleaning I’d threatened for years. We agreed, we would not be soft and keep every little thing...

Flipping through the past
Flipping through the past

Every once in a while I make the mistake of giving someone my AOL email address, a move frequently met with mild ridicule. “You still have AOL?” they ask with a certain incredulity — even strangers I am interacting with on a...

Sole survivor
Sole survivor

recently spent a week in Newport Beach and Avalon. I had a great time, lots of sunshine, good eats, shopping, but I came home with a fat blood blister on my toe, a matching one on the ball of my foot and crater on my heel you could fit a marble in.

Future’s so bright…
Future’s so bright…

In just a little more than three months, thousands will converge on Oregon to witness the total eclipse of the sun. It promises to be quite the boost to our economy. Except, probably, for me. I’ve offered my guestroom, my yard, my driveway, my...