Family and Life
Most of these pieces are either directly or indirectly related to the place when both my wife and I grow up: the Methow Valley in North Central Washington. Though I haven’t been a full-time Valleyite since the mid-80s, this small chunk of of the North Cascades still holds a place in my heart. My in-laws had a wonderful 1,500 acres Ranch there; my Mom a less wonderful 8 acre homestead.
Both are gone now but the memories: mostly good, still remain.
The Exquisite Gift of a Monumental Fuck Up
Hello Son,
I’m still puzzling your reaction to our recent trip to Ellensburg. It was a Monumental Fuck Up but you didn’t (don’t?) see it that way. I think defining the term might help us reach a more mutual understanding.
Monumental Fuck Up has....let’s say three attributes.
Life and Death
If you all will indulge me…
This past week, I was given a stark lesson in how to check out.
Ingratitude Giving 2022
In our continuing series of “Lasts”, we organized our “Last Thanksgiving With Tutu”.
Brother Gregg, making a strong case for sainthood, drove Tina over Wednesday, staying at Holly’s house in Marysville.
This was the first time we’d seen Tina since the Big MLK Weekend Blow Up. And what we’d heard in the following 10 months hadn’t made us any more sanguine about the prospect of hanging out with her. During our Xmas/MLK visits, Tina exhibited petulant behavior: continuing to argue that she was perfectly able to live on her own and wasn’t a danger to herself or others. (Spoilers: Tina was back then and is more so now.)