Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

Friday, March 2, 2018


When you’re “the girl” in a man’s world, which at the time academia was, a college campus can be like a construction site where any girl who wanders through is subject to complimentary whistles, catcalls and lewd suggestions. The guys in hard hats – and mortarboards - think they’re giving the chicks... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

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Wednesday, February 28, 2018

The Story Continues

SAM AND ETHEL, OUR FOSTER PARENTS The Fogel farm was located along Lincoln Creek, about seven miles north of Centralia. A county road divided the uphill area from the lower pastures, dairy barn, garden and the two-story farmhouse. Above the road were the hog barn and pens and a wooded hill where... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Why, I’m gonna…..

I’m avoiding the news networks, Fox, CNN, MSNBC, turning down the sound when they bring in some former White House or DOJ top dog. Speculation and opinion ain’t facts. The infighting in the halls of government can give us common folks an ulcer along with a pervading sense of impending doom. My... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 26, 2018


I seem to remember posting something a month or two ago about life on the farm at Silver Creek, about the down quilts and cozy bedrooms, about Ethel’s cooking. We each put on 20 pounds that school year. There was a time when I wished we could stay there forever. At the same time I was plagued by... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 25, 2018

Continuation again

GALVIN SCHOOL Within a week of arriving at the Fogel’s farm, the three of us were enrolled in the three-room school a few miles up the road in Galvin. There were eight or ten students in each classroom; K-3rd, 4th-6th, and 7th-8th. We carried our lunch from “home” – peanut butter & jelly sandwiches... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 24, 2018


CANCER CHANGES THINGS Right after we moved to Salkum and became a target for the town’s bully-boy cousins and their gang of hooligans, (I wouldn’t elevate their status by calling them a tribe) Mama told us she’d been to the doctor and she was going to have to go to Seattle for cancer treatments. But... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 23, 2018


OUTSIDERS We stopped for breakfast at the outskirts of a town called Castle Rock, a name that appealed to my imagination. Castle Rock, a town where a princess lived, where the king was there to stand between her and the dragons and dark knights. There wasn’t, I discovered after we got under way... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 22, 2018


MY TRIBE When I was about twelve I was a member of a tribe – not a Native American or First Nations one – but a related group. Members consisted of siblings, cousins, kids from the neighborhood, playmates. Some were older – like my cousin Betty who was my sometimes baby sitter, and our cousins Bob... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018


In 1946 the new thing arrived in my neighborhood – or, to be exact, it arrived at Uncle Dee’s Mobilgas Station. We lived at the time at a rural neighborhood known as The Y, a mile or two east of Kennewick, Washington. The east-west highway between Kennewick and Richland took a Y-fork there. The... Sign in to see full entry.

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