In my last piece for The News Tribune, I mentioned my middle school teacher Mr. Pat Keaton. He emailed me a few days later, congratulated me on my writing and then mentioned that Dieringer was celebrating its 125th year as a school district. Would I like to go on a tour of the old school… Read more
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On New’s Year Eve, I crashed and burned so hard that I am still recovering here at the end of January. It all started out so well. My son and I were at First Night in Tacoma. December 31st was the kind of cold that made everything hurt from the tips of my nose to… Read more
“It turns out you play clarinet with my mother!” said the woman I see every morning when I drop my son off at preschool. I thought the new lady who took my place as last chair looked familiar at the practices. Last Tuesday, I played a Christmas concert in the Puyallup Community Band at the Liberty… Read more
I once thought I could grow monkey people. The comic book ad promised underwater critters with a bald father, mother and two kid monkeys with gills on their chests and smiles on their faces. The mother monkey wore lipstick and a matching red bow in her hair. “So eager to please,” the ad read. “They… Read more