March 2012

Between Falling and Flying

When (and if) the sun shines in Seattle in March, one needs not travel far to find a different city. …


Stepping Outside the Circle

In a single lane, hundreds of us traveled upwards, leaving our worries behind in Washington as we passed a small green sign that read, “Now entering Oregon.” No passports or security checkpoints, only a humble welcome. As I eased onto Highway 30W, the road twisted and turned, making my heart race, especially when taken at 60 miles per hour. I thought, “This is the farthest I’ve ever driven alone.”


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Cannon Beach

The sound of water is everywhere here… in the mist as it sprinkles my face, the tinkling scale of a …



In a letter to his longtime editor and friend, Pascal “Pat” Covici, John Steinbeck wrote, “A prologue is written last …