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I've learned priceless lessons from the transformation of a worship space into a gigantic place for trash that becomes treasures. Resist the ridiculous.We all have mountains of things like odd plastic mittens and pots that might be warmers but are not. The next time I see full price boot mitts for my Halloween costume, I will picture the teetering pile… READ MORE >>

"I'm not from Tacoma and didn't know there was a Japantown here until recently," said writer and guide Tamiko Nimura.  I wasn't surprised. I've lived in and around Tacoma for the majority of my 40 plus years. I was born at Tacoma General. I even go to a church connected to Whitney Memorial, the one-time Japanese Methodist Episcopal… READ MORE >>

I never meant to disappoint Mr. Zorro. Seriously, who could want to disappoint a teacher with a name like that? He wasn't as swashbuckling as the guy in black, but I liked Mr. Zorro. I agreed to do the solo contest under his guidance in college like I had done so many others before that--just… READ MORE >>

I am deep in a new writing project so won't be writing much of my own today. I just have  few thoughts to share from others. A lot is happening in the world, as always. Things are happening in my country that anger and sadden me. Like the practice of standing up for myself and… READ MORE >>

I didn't want to write about this because I am afraid. I am afraid that people I know and care about will think less of me because I went to the Women's March last Saturday. I'm afraid they'll be angry or disapprove. But every time I started to think about what to write this week… READ MORE >>

Do you remember Flat Stanley? The cut out that kids sent to their friends and family around the world? My son's kindergarten teacher gave his class a gingerbread man to send instead of Stanley. Quinton's cut out is making his way around Tokyo with my friend from high school who came to visit us this… READ MORE >>

If you want to find a good read, go to a writing conference.  Writers, I have learned, are jittery about their own books. As often as not, we struggle to tell you what our books are about or why we fell in love with our own stories enough to spend days, months, and years writing them. But as soon as… READ MORE >>

In the early 1990s, I traveled to Germany and became desperately homesick. I had decided I wanted to really learn German and went on a work visa to Hamburg, far away from the American military bases. I lived with a German friend in her apartment and found a job serving banquets in a nearby hotel. My German… READ MORE >>