Yesterday was a dizzying, crushing day. As Space X sent a Falcon 9 rocket hurtling toward the International Space Station, angry,...

This morning I woke up to the sound of thunder and driving rain—so different from the quiet, misty drizzle I’ve become so used to, even...

I want to be clear, and honest: many days are not joyful. That is, many days are not filled with joy. Today was a good day—Garner and I...

Today’s weather was clear for a second day in a row, a signal of summer coming, and there seemed to be a thousand bright pink peonies in...

Expectation is a tricky thing—I’ve talked about my own bad habit of forming unhealthy and unrealistic expectations for myself, for...

Today Katie and I talked and walked to and around Blakely Harbor and home again, admiring very special views along the way. Then I dove...

I woke up yesterday feeling a strong tug and quickly named it: a need to plan a Memorial Day barbecue. It was a little odd, to feel the...

It has been a while since I’ve mentioned anything about silver linings, but a new one revealed itself today: our backyard. I’ve mentioned...

So many people have gotten puppies since we all first started to stay-at-home, which makes perfect sense for all parties involved: there...

A couple weeks ago, the counselors at Sakai Intermediate School circulated a special calendar to every family with a student attending...

I haven’t read Michelle Obama’s book yet, but I’ve picked up little snippets here and there, and think I have a general sense of the...

Pictured above is one of just a couple original windows in our house, which was built in 1929. When we remodeled our house almost a...

Today Stephanie and I walked from my house all the way down to Blakely Harbor, and crossed over the little bridge I first crossed on New...

In more ways than one, it is the growing season. Because it’s May, a time in our corner of the world when the sun and rain seem to work...

Sometimes, I’ve noticed, joy shows up in long, sprawling stretches: an hours-long conversation with a friend, an afternoon reading a...

Even though time feels different now, with my blank calendar often rendering one day indistinguishable from the next, Saturday still...

I know a few of the seniors graduating from Bainbridge High School this June. Some of them I’ve known since they were very small, others...

Sometimes it takes most or all of my day before I can pinpoint the joyful center; sometimes joy happens upon waking and informs the whole...

We’ve lived in our current home, which sits on a cul de sac on the very southernmost tip of Bainbridge Island, for over 15 years—far...

The air in the Pacific Northwest is unlike any other in any of the places I’ve every lived or visited; here, nestled in a temperate rain...