Homecoming parade in the mid 1990s. We had a little rain and a dip in temperature this week. Autumn is starting to show its colors …
Author: Vivian Roubal
“Have some figs! My trees are loaded” my friend Gloria Morales offered during “donuts and coffee” after mass at St. Catherine’s last week. I never …
Does it seem quieter to you this week? The little city park next to our home has been emptied of joy. Not one child has …
“Wow! Look! You can see the mountain today!” my daughter exclaimed as we drove on Highway 5 north of Seattle. We were heading to Camano …
Flea Market? Of course! I love any place where there is a chance at finding treasure. When my friend Peggy Hagerthy asked me if I’d …
“Oh my,” was all my mother could say. We drove slowly through the desolate landscape of what had once been her childhood home town of …
As I write my column this morning (Monday), my cell phone is turned to the loudest setting and is sitting right here beside the keyboard. …
As I was sitting in my dining room on Saturday night working on a quilt for my due-any-day grandson I heard music and laughter off …
As I walked through the dining room near my china cabinet today, sun beams settled on a rather thick layer of dust gathering on the …
My mother and father often said they were going to buy a little camper and travel across the country after my two older sisters grew …