Category Archives: in the neighborhood

silver

Posted on July 31, 2019 by

All day long it’s been Mauri’s and my 25th wedding anniversary. In most ways it was like most other days of our lives, but poring over my photo files to prep for this post made it memorable. Narrowing my picks … Continue reading →

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pick and eat

Posted on July 29, 2019 by

A week ago this morning I was in the ER in Newberg with Mauri while at the very same time Quinn was in the ER in Denver with Dusty. Mauri’s shingles were quickly diagnosed, and he was sent home with … Continue reading →

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emily moves up

Posted on June 11, 2019 by

I’d be a rich woman if I had a nickel for every time in the past 25 years I sat at a stoplight facing this building on my way through town, heading home. Sometimes the wait was long enough to … Continue reading →

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5k

Posted on April 13, 2019 by

My retirement is now six months old, and I’m still basking in the freedoms it has opened for me. Not long ago I got to interview the director of Chehalem Cultural Center for a story in this issue of The … Continue reading →

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poetry

Posted on April 7, 2019 by

Poetry emerged as a theme this weekend, not that we planned it or anything. I guess it started when Mauri received a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay in his email about the arrival of spring. Several lines caught his … Continue reading →

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art museum

Posted on March 15, 2019 by

I’ll bet you didn’t know we have an art museum two blocks from our house. Its hours are 9 to 10:45am and only open today. Of course I didn’t want miss out, so I went! Given its small window of … Continue reading →

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moe’s

Posted on March 4, 2019 by

We went out for pizza tonight and on the way there we both had the same flashback—to 1990. I was Sherry Carlson back then, had flown to Oregon from Michigan to make this recording. We’d finished our work and on … Continue reading →

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