I knew it was my lucky night when out of all the armrests in the entire Cascade Theatre that the supremely dreamy, super sexy Chris Isaak could have chosen to sit upon, he chose mine. I mean, literally, he was… Continue Reading
Confession: The second half of this column is an an unabashed rip-off of Doug Mudford’s “Reflections in a Mirror While Shaving”. But before I share my reflections, I want to share my gratitude. You may remember my Valentine’s Day column… Continue Reading
A few Saturdays ago, just before closing time at the downtown Salvation Army, I found three interesting bed frames. This was my lucky day, because I’ve been wanting a bed frame for my guestroom; something more fancy than my current… Continue Reading
My email inbox is full of messages from Match.com, the most recent online dating membership I quit some months back. No doubt the Match.com folks must think these messages are enticing enough that eventually I’ll renew my subscription. Wow! Your… Continue Reading
First came the clown. I found him, a colorful, smiling glass-clown ornament, standing 8 inches tall in some bushes in front of my house. It was Christmas Eve. I brought him inside the house. I laughed when I saw him,… Continue Reading
Antonia Walker studied illustration and anthropology at The New School in New York. She worked as a professional illustrator before dedicating herself to painting. She is a realist painter and has shown her work in the United States and Spain.… Continue Reading
Sometimes I just lie awake at night worrying. It’s hard for me to sleep when I think of all the taxes we pay. Income tax, property tax, sales tax, estate tax—the list just goes on and on. And the bonds!… Continue Reading
Yes, I’ve been MIA for a few weeks. Thanks for your patience. I’m back. You may recall my house was for sale. My son the realtor, Joshua Domke, aka my Son the Marine, treated my home’s listing like a military… Continue Reading
It doesn’t give me too much pleasure to be writing this on my 57th birthday. I can do the math. It’s not going to be too much longer before I check out. I might still be a teenager at heart,… Continue Reading
Tomorrow I’m hosting our monthly book club lunch. I should be frantically cooking and cleaning, but I have the Latvian Stew on simmer and my book club friends will probably forgive me a bit dust. Besides, we’re all aging and… Continue Reading
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