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Pretty soon, I’m counting my “ta-dah’s!” instead, feeling lighter and more successful
BY WENDY PENDER | August 25, 2024 at 6:36 p.m.
Siren Call
Just imagine the joy in the heart of a young man at the wheel of a police car, alone, late at night on a long straight stretch of road
Life of Bessie - Part I
She was unabashedly curious, wonderfully fearless, loved deeply and was deeply loved. This multi-part blog series (courtesy of Washington State Parks) will explore her life in Western Washington from the turn of the 20th century through the great wars and into the 1970s
Iridescent
Glow in the dark’ nail polish,” the waitress in her twenties wiggled her hands as I admired the sparkles
Dealing with Anger
Waitresses call me “hon” or “dear” and flirt with me because they know I’m completely harmless
Pillow Talk for the 77-Year-Old
The hiccapop bed rail is a five-foot-long cylindrical pillow
The Pfisters: Founders of my Seattle family
All their lives, they cared for each other. Through good times and bad, their affection was unchanging
The Old Lady and Four Guys
From then on, I was a certified member of the five-person circuit
The Unlocked Door: Crime in a small town
At 92 years of age, she has been a better watch dog than one could hope for
Of Fork Tines and Family
I’d rather it be used and my child accidentally broke it than it sat like a display
Relevance and Cheap Perfume
Today we find our heroines eating lunch at one of their favorite Thai restaurants in Fremont and discussing being ‘relevant’ in later years of life
The Wisdom of Intermissions
I know where we went wrong. It’s the simple fact that there are no more intermissions in the movies.
Now Hear This
I ignored all suggestions that I just try out a hearing aid. I was convinced it would be uncomfortable and noisy
Midnight Swim
The water felt like silk as I slid through it... I would roll onto my back and float, gazing up into the star-studded blackness of the sky and feeling as one with the night around me
