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Almost Tulips

We hadn’t intentionally driven an hour to Mossyrock to buy another cactus to put in the kitchen window sill. Until we had. In fact, one of us happily parted with even more of his lawn mowing cash when he found succulents and lilies and things with pretty leaves that he couldn’t live without. The rest of […]

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Little Mashel Falls Trail

If you can make it to Pack Forest in Eatonville, WA, then you’re almost there. In fact, your GPS will say you are there. It’ll even say you’re at the trailhead. Which is where you want to be. Only you’ll look north, south, east, west and even under your car and realize that there is […]

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Sequalitchew Creek Trail

You might need a pronunciation guide for this trail–Se-qual-it-chew. That, and a map to find DuPont. Then, too, if you can catch the rarest thing in western Washington these days–a sunny, 45 degree morning–like we did, this is the place you want to be. Because all that rain has to amount to something. Somewhere. And […]

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At First Sight

I crossed the contact lens threshold when I was ten. I hadn’t worn glasses previously. I hadn’t known my vision was leaking out of one eye faster than the other. I just knew that the volunteer eye chart ladies at our elementary school had made notes by my name when I messed up on which […]

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Thirteen

I was 12 and a half on the day I got my ears pierced at the Wenatchee Valley Mall. Six months ahead of promised. And a complete surprise.  A surprise mostly because my parents didn’t do things like walk into a jeweler’s to pierce ears ahead of schedule. And, because my mom, especially, wasn’t a […]

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What it Costs

Silas is a mix of snot and fumbled fingers. His wad of toilet paper in his front pocket is at the ready for when frustration signals his nose to run. Or for when his brain says, “enough,” and I’ve asked him to try one more time. He can catch the tears there, too. I’m in […]

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Jesus Wept

When I asked Silas about his craft, he shrugged. “They wanted us to write a Bible verse on the outside,” he says. There are two words written on his jar. “Is that why yours says, ‘Jesus wept?’” I ask. Which is what Jesus might do looking at this jar with green and gold glitter clinging […]

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Ripples

Silas is looking at me from across the table. His elbows pinch the bowl of turkey soup in front of him while his eyes roll in disinterest. The nachos he wolfed 30 minutes earlier haven’t left room for anything else except boredom. Which is why his soup bowl is bobbing three quarters full. And why […]

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Second Chances

It was the August I was sixteen. Five months from the springtime when I’d passed my driver’s test with an 82, a score nobody really brags about. Then or now. Stick shift or not. Of the four of us kids, only Sara and I were still at home and available to make the dwindling family […]

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Learning From the Best

Five months before I’d turned forty, I’d made an appointment with Susan at Sephora. I was desperate. I didn’t want to look forty when I was forty. I was hoping Susan could help. Susan introduced me to primers. Eyelash primers, eye shadow primers. Stuff that goes on your face before you put the actual other […]

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