Early Wednesday afternoon I found a folded slip of paper on the dining room table with one word printed neatly in a most familiar hand. I opened it and read these words: I request the honor of a marriage summit sometime soon. Much love, George. A what? Was that some sort of couples’ retreat? I […]
How does this happen? I turn my back on this blog for a few minutes, and next thing I know, two weeks have passed. There’s only one logical explanation. When I think of it, I’ll let you know. Oh, well. As I was saying, our last day in Seattle was more about stories than photos,
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Thursday we continued our island hopping adventures. First stop: Sucia, a destination island for boating and camping enthusiasts from all over the world. Bellingham Marina in the morning sunlight. Grace, Harper Sparrow, and Curtis, on board and ready to go. Curtis and George reviewing the boating charts for the San Juan islands. Barnacles on a
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The astute reader will have noticed that I removed the word “Seattle” from today’s title. (Good job, astute reader. Pat yourself on the back. Okay, now pat your head and rub your stomach. Now do the hokey pokey. Are you video taping this? I sure hope so.) “Seattle” is missing, because we spent Wednesday through
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Curtis and Grace leading worship at Cross Sound Church on Bainbridge Island Ferry fun times: Harper Sparrow and Pepe Luscious Sparrow Laughing Sparrow Lovable Sparrow Familiar Seattle skyline It’s another gray day today, so we plan to go to the Kurt Cobain exhibit at the Seattle Art Museum, then to Pike Place Market. Tomorrow, depending
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George, Jacob, and I spent six weeks living with Curtis and Grace when Harper was born. We slept in their mostly finished garage remodel — a lovely addition that will soon be completely functional as a rehearsal studio for Jubilee and an efficiency apartment — but the rest of the time we all occupied the
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“I can afford to shop at WalMart, but I choose to shop at Big Lots.” My husband said that. And he was being serious. (Remember, ladies, thou shalt not covet. Sorry to make you stumble, but this sugar daddy is mine all mine.) Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “What does ‘Summer Luxury’
When my daughter Grace was a junior in high school, she and her friend Mary Caton asked me to teach them how to play guitar. After they’d mastered the basic chords, we started working on various picking patterns. Then I taught them some songs that required more fingering agility. While I was demonstrating one of
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For a couple of years, George has been sending group e-mails to friends and family, sharing photos and updates about the backyard garden that he and Jacob maintain. Yesterday I received an e-mail from my amazing, creative, fun friend, Jeff Franzen, who took it upon himself to make a website featuring the photos and updates
Last night, while George took a shower and I washed my face, we had one of those conversations that has no doubt commonly occurred between long-married couples in every culture throughout the generations. After a brief exchange about Nostradamus, he (naturally) asked, “Do you know when the Roman Empire collapsed?” Me: “Um . . .
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