For the past six years I have been part of a writers’ group that meets about once every six weeks in the dining room of my condo building. It is place of honest conversation, lots of questions, tears, laughter, applause. It always feels like a sacred space to me. We choose a word, a question … More Do things happen for a reason?
I love ocean crossings. I took one recently, from Seattle to Victoria, through Puget Sound and the Strait of Juan de Fuca. It promised pleasant vistas of farms, lighthouses, rock cliffs and forested hills, with snowy mountains off in the distance. With a bit of luck, orcas might break the surface of the ocean. If … More From Seattle to Victoria, I saw a story unfold