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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...

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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...

Stuck on magnets
Stuck on magnets

I didn’t give much thought to the decorative correctness (grin) of refrigerator magnets until one day when a friend was visiting. As she stood eyeing my varied collection, she said, “Bob won’t let me put magnets on our...

Reading reigns in Newport
Reading reigns in Newport

It may surprise some to learn that, as a general rule, I do not read animal books. I always worry they will make me cry. So when “The Art of Racing in the Rain” hit the bookshelves in 2008, I just said no. Then came the note last week...

The pledge
The pledge

Today, for what might be the first time since Girl Scouts, I took a pledge. It involves the simple promise to join other writers in supporting each other. A given, right? Not necessarily.

I think you have to be a little naïve to pursue the...

Caught in the reflection
Caught in the reflection

Memory can be a slippery business.

It was a point driven home when I sat down to write my memoir of the years covering the Oregon Coast. Reading through my journals from those days, I was surprised to discover that at times the memory and the...