Tone Deaf in Thailand

  Everything in my little galley kitchen holds a miasma of stickiness. Marmalade seems to be my antidote to pain. I had turned to it during ...

  I fell asleep as soon as I was alone in Tucson, wrapped in graceful comfort. Tired from too little sleep the night before and dazed by cha...

    When I read about old people in nursing homes falling in love, having affairs, and marrying, I’m always bewildered by the courage of the...

  I am very fond of peonies, perhaps because I once inherited a small bush of them in Fairbanks, planted by a former owner of our house. The...

  Dazed after a night away from home, spent in comfort and surrounded by the ocean, its smell, its dunes, and its sound of waves, I can’t as...

  Mary Wesley is on my mind as I wake up, nine books in a rapid row and then she said she had nothing more. She used her own life cannibalis...

  Here is how far my world has sunk. I went shopping at Bellevue Square and survived. Not only that, but I almost enjoyed it. My kind of sho...

  Nobody has solid figures on how many people filled the Seattle Center’s 74 acres yesterday. The Seattle Times, with its usual arrow-sharp ...

  “It’s a cliche,” I kept telling myself, “the cherry blossom viewing at UW doesn’t even belong to this country. We stole it from Japan.” Ye...

  A month before my first Bangkok Thanksgiving, I’d spent time at the infamous Peachy Guesthouse to visit a friend and met the equally infam...