I am sitting here all puffed up and rosy after hearing myself on the KMUN program "River Writers" being interviewed by Dayle Olson. She is without a doubt THE best interviewer I've ever had the pleasure of working with. I say that because our...
I am sitting here all puffed up and rosy after hearing myself on the KMUN program "River Writers" being interviewed by Dayle Olson. She is without a doubt THE best interviewer I've ever had the pleasure of working with. I say that because our...
Today I went to Astoria's Tillicum House at the invitation of Dayle Olson, one of the co-producers of a KMUN program called "River Writers," a Writer's Guild 30-minute show hosted on alternate weeks by Dayle and by Marianne Monson. It airs...
It occurs to me that I was brought up with a lot of conflicting standards. Well, maybe not "a lot" but certainly with a few that have prevailed. Take "judge not that ye be not judged…" I'm sure I heard that at home as well as in Sunday School. ...
DIARY WEDNESDAY, JUNE 30, 1915 DIARY 3125 Claremont Ave. Berkeley, Calif. Do you realize Diary that I am in California, the land of our dreams? Those two weeks at home intervening between the eleventh and the twenty-sixth...
We heard some disturbing – no, let's say alarming – news yesterday about a killer dog on the rampage in Oysterville. Seriously. Apparently, it has run down and killed three deer in the area in the last week or so. One was witnessed by someone I...
We often stop in at Adelaide’s for an afternoon coffee break. Sometimes it’s a dedicated trip for that purpose; sometimes we are ‘in the neighborhood’ doing errands in Ocean Park – maybe picking up a prescription at the pharmacy or getting a few...
My Aunt Medora died on January 19. 1916 – just thirteen days after her seventeenth birthday. It’s hard for me to realize that today marks the 115th anniversary of her birth. Like all those who die before their time, she will forever remain young. ...
Doncha just hate it when you read a book and then see the movie and it’s wrong, wrong, wrong! Like what was the director thinking, anyway? Case in point, we finally saw “One for the Money” the other night. What a total bust. Hadn’t ANYONE...
Yesterday at the Oysterville Store it was “old home week” for an hour or so. One branch of the Andrews family met another branch for the first time ever and I’m happy to report that I was instrumental in getting them together. Bert and Minnie...
The issue of the Chinook Observer just out is one I look forward to every year. It’s the one that shows all the local high school graduation photographs. This year, for the first time, there were none of “my kids” pictured; the first graders of...
The other day Nyel came home from Physical Therapy with the news that there is another writer ‘out there’ named Sydney Stevens who lives in either California or somewhere on the East Coast. A friend of Victoria’s (the Queen of PT on the Long Beach...
Yesterday’s mail brought the unwelcome news that my book about Willard Espy “in its current form is not one that fits the current WSU Press publishing goals.” The letter, while disappointing in the extreme, contained good news as well as bad. Or...