Jefferson Public Radio

Today, it’s all about my dad. I’m sure if I walked into a room and said, “I have the weirdest dad,” we could spend hours trying to top each other with weird stories, but today, put yourself in my place,… Continue Reading →

I am so tired. Seriously, so tired. My daughter graduated from high school a week ago today, and I’m still exhausted. I’m just not cut out for this all night partying anymore, know what I mean? I know what you’re… Continue Reading →

A few days ago, a thick manila envelope landed on my desk, filled with top secret stuff. It’s one of the wonderful privileges of being on the inside track at the Cascade Theatre, getting the scoop on the upcoming season… Continue Reading →

I know where I was. Just like the day JFK was shot, and just like 9/11, we’re all going to remember exactly where we were and what we were doing last Wednesday. That was the day we all thought a… Continue Reading →

For the last couple of weeks, this car has been haunting me. It’s a pink and black 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner (I know, because I looked it up), with the most amazing paint job I’ve ever seen. And this thing, it… Continue Reading →

It’s April, and you know what means, don’t you? No, I’m not talking about Easter. Although that happened. And I’m not talking about the looming deadline of April 15th, although that’s coming up too. And unfortunately I’m not even referring… Continue Reading →

I grew up in public radio. First, roaming the halls of KLCC in Eugene, Oregon, and later at KSOR in Ashland, which then became the Jefferson Public Radio you know (and hopefully listen to) today. At first I was accompanying… Continue Reading →

Meet my husband’s new business partner, Olive. That’s not how it started out, of course. It was last July, a sunny Sunday morning, and we were sitting at one of the outdoor tables at the Gold Street Cafe (R.I.P.). Waiting… Continue Reading →