It's hard to beat the beauty of Seattle Center's south fountain lawn during Winterfest, especially at night. Thousands upon thousands of white lights encrust the trees surrounding the expanse of grass, making you feel you've stepped inside a wedding, or coronation, or Camelot. The grown-up me kept walking, but the girl inside stayed behind. She ran to the center of the circle, spread her arms wide, and spun herself dizzy before dropping to the grass below. I think she's still there on that ... continue reading...
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Beautiful Day (Part 4)
We stood at a crossroads. If we walked straight, we could window shop along Seattle's Fifth Avenue. If we turned right, we could walk down to the waterfront. Who wants to look through windows when you can walk yourself closer to the water? We went right. On the nine-block descent water-ward, we passed Fisher Plaza, which houses our local ABC news station. We passed a construction site, and railroad tracks, and the Old Spaghetti Factory. With every step, Puget Sound and Pier 70 came closer. I ... continue reading...
Beautiful Day (Part 3)
He didn't see us enter Key Arena or traverse the stairs to a pair of close-up seats, but I saw him. There was my boy, warming up on Ray's home turf. He looked good. He looked natural. He even looked comfortable, though I couldn't imagine how he pulled that off. Thousands and thousands of stadium seats --17,072 in all-- faced that court, looking like an enormous avalanche of red plastic, frozen in mid free-fall. I think the seats alone would have unnerved me. But there was so much more. The ... continue reading...
Beautiful Day (Part 2)
I had looked forward to the day after Christmas for a couple of reasons. First, the 26th of December loomed as the first day of a much needed rest. It meant the shedding of several great weights: I'd be finished with a lengthy academic book edit and the writing of that book's study guide (the deadline of which coincided with Christmas Eve). I'd be finished with the transcription of another book. I'd have set my needle and thread aside, because the three sheep costumes I had offered to make would ... continue reading...
Prayer and Laughter
I'm back! Eight glorious days on the east coast ... and oh, how we laughed. Irma Pressley and Sherri Youngward are two of my very closest friends. I think what I love the most about them is that we default to our twelve-year-old selves whenever we're together, but we also can (and do) share our deep thoughts. And there's just something healing about having friends you can laugh with one minute and pray with the next. We gathered in Bellmawr, New Jersey for Irma's ladies' Christmas Tea. Sherri ... continue reading...
Whiplash, Macaroons, and The Sacred Romance
We're leaving Tahoe in the morning and heading to the Oregon Coast. I can hardly believe I get to be in both places on the same trip. Here's a memory from another visit. I'll be sitting on that same bench soon. How's that for a post title? Sometimes, when you're about to embark on an explanation of a lot of disconnected information, you have to state the obvious. So there you go. Last Thursday, while minding my own business, I was involved in a car accident up on Hwy 9. (For those of you who ... continue reading...