The Vashon Pirates football team continued its long season last Friday night in Sumner with a 50-0 loss to the…
What is it about “A Christmas Carol?” We all know the story. We know how it ends. But somehow, when you are sitting there in the crowd and watching Tiny Tim, Ebeneezer Scrooge and all of their friends, it is impossible to avoid getting a lump in your throat. What a tremendous gift to remember the story at Christmastime, to remember to be grateful for what you have. And that gift is handled with great care by Drama Dock this season with its wonderful retelling of the popular story.
I heard a fact earlier this year and it stuck with me. Ours is the first generation that will produce children less educated than their parents.
For about 13 years now, I have been very blessed. I am one of the only people I know who gets to tell her parenting journey in ink.
Let’s make one thing perfectly clear. I love football. Now, the reason I have to say that upfront is because…
It’s funny how perspectives change. For nine years, I have lived on the Island. I managed to cobble together a…
Tomorrow is my birthday. It is also the night we open Drama Dock’s “Oklahoma.” My youngest child and I are both in the show’s chorus. While it has been wonderful to finally have a chance to sing and dance with Will after doing so with his two older sisters, I do it with melancholy because the woman who started me on this path is taking a break.
The Vashon Pirates girls’ 12-and-under fastpitch team wrapped up a memorable season last week with a tournament, where the team won two games and lost one.
There are plenty of reasons that boys should dance.
Ours is a small pond. We know which kids imbibe and which couples are separating. It’s enough to make you pretty claustrophobic. Given this proximity, after a while, we decide it is easier on all concerned if we avoid shaking people up too much. After all, you’ll see them in Thriftway tomorrow. So I apologize in advance if I ruffle any feathers. Chalk it up to a 2010 goal to be a little less cognizant of feather-ruffling and more honest with folks.
One of my best friends is fond of saying that there are friends who come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.
The other day, my kids and I were watching a video. But it wasn’t a video about Indiana Jones or some other fictional character. It wasn’t Playstation or Wii. It was my oldest child’s Third-Grade Program tape.
Middle school. Those two words alone are enough to strike fear in the hearts of mortal women everywhere. It was…
