Opinion

Notes from my purse

Lost recipes

It Must Be Him

The Sport of Attraction

I wish I had an intriguing story to tell, a story that would make you think I am more than I am. Maybe a tale about a falling child that needed catching or a cat in a tree that needed saving. Perhaps I was working with a sledgehammer on a remodel or lifting weights in the gym and overpowered myself.

The house sat just outside of Thompson, midway between Mexico and Centralia. It was the path to Grandma’s house and as a child, I’d watch out the car window for that abandoned mansion and know that we were halfway there or almost home.

I haven’t traveled much in my life. There are spectacular sights and sounds I may never experience. But my quiet life, spent in my own way, satisfies my soul.