Six Million


I didn’t really get it until a few years ago, when I learned that the population of Washington had risen above six million.  And then it washed over me like a wave of nausea.

No more Microsoft.  PC owners everywhere would have to go elsewhere for their operating systems.

No more Boeing.  The other plane manufacturers would have to fill the void. Continue Reading »


No Cigar

Today’s WordPress Challenge:

Daily Prompt: But No Cigar

Tell us about a time things came this close to working out… but didn’t. What happened next? Would you like the chance to try again, or are you happy with how things eventually worked out?

I’m guessing no one at WordPress knows I’m a Cougar fan.

Wrong Number


A friend, who is not named Javier, recently posted on Facebook that he’s been getting an unusually high number of calls for someone named Javier, and asked if we’d ever had a problem like that.

Have we. Continue Reading »

As much as I love this story about the Marine who gave up his chance to compete with his friends to help a kid, I think we’re overlooking the story about the kid who was willing to ask for help.

“Sir, will you run with me?”

How many of us would have asked?

I think we Christians often fail to ask, even though we are asking our most almighty God when we pray.  We forget that He wants to help us.  We forget that we are worthy of His help.  We forget that we deserve to have someone running at our side.

I admire the Marine for helping the little guy out.  But I also admire the little guy who was willing to admit he was lost and alone, who was willing to ask for help.

God is waiting to run with you.  It’s okay to ask.

Sources of Pride

WordPress offers its members a daily suggestion for writing.  Yesterday’s suggestion was to “tell someone you’re proud of just how proud you are.”

Well, that’s easy.  I’m proud of my kids.

KB helping outThis is my daughter helping one of her friends get her classroom ready for fall.  She currently works as a para-educator at a local middle school, working with kids who have emotional and behavioral issues.  These kids love her to pieces, even when they are screaming at her or spitting on her clothes or punching her.  She loves them, too.  For a while, we got to work at the same school, and that was really, really cool.  Evenings and weekends, she is the Young Life leader for women at the University of Washington.  And in her spare time, she’s actively involved with her church.  I love her, and I’m pretty proud of her.

(Irrelevant but interesting detail:  that tee-shirt is one I bought in New York City in 1986.)

GB and DTIn this photo, my kid is the tall one in the back.  When he’s not eating ice cream or taking selfies with his pretty girlfriend, he’s working as an Engineer at a company that makes cranes, or playing with his cat or watching sports or playing X-Box.  He has a fantastic relationship with his sister, above, and can cook as well as any mom in town.  Although there’s little physical resemblance, he’s a duplicate of his dad in many ways.  He has the same kind heart, the same gentle sense of humor, and the same ability to fix things.  I love him, and I’m proud of him, too.

Something that makes me proud of the both of them is the way they responded to the great family financial crisis of 2008.  Dave and I could handle how our diminished finances would affect us.  We were both raised without a lot of extras and knew how to cut back.  But we felt absolute terror about sharing the news with our children.  We needn’t have worried.  They reacted with maturity and grace.  Both of them found jobs in a matter of weeks.  Our daughter chose to postpone attending grad school, and our son made sure to complete college in four years and without any debt.  Not once have I heard either of them remark–either positively or negatively–on the lost money.  Their behavior often inspires me to carry on myself.

What makes you proud?

It seems I discover death wherever I go.  I recently connected with an old friend—one of the few remaining living ex-boyfriends—and while scrolling through his photos on facebook, I found a picture of our high-school friend Matt accompanied by a cryptic note:  “You will be missed.”  I sent my friend a frantic inquiry and he told me that yes, Matt had passed away in 2012.  Matt was never my boyfriend, but he was a good friend, and I’m as sad as if I’d lost someone I truly loved.

I met Matt in Biology Large Group.  In our high school, classes met for three days in the classroom and then for one day in the auditorium with the other classes that took place at the same time.  We were supposed to spend the fifth hour studying independently.  (We didn’t.)  Matt took a seat high up in the back row because he didn’t want anyone to think he had an interest in Biology; I took the seat next to him because I was new and didn’t know anyone.  It was the best decision I made that year. Continue Reading »

Look, I know this is weird and there are probably many good reasons why we haven’t talked in the past thirty years, but I’ve got five–that’s right, five–dead ex-boyfriends.  I’m surprised by how much it bothers me.  It’s made me sad.  Genuinely sad.  I wished I’d had the chance to talk with them just once more, for many reasons.  I can’t do that now.  But you’re still here, so even though we went our separate ways, and even though there were probably some excellent reasons for that, I’ll talk to you once more instead.

Take good care of yourself.

Please. Continue Reading »

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