I walk to my car in the midnight light, and it is damn cold. Quiet. I glance to my left, down the hill and over the bay, at the lights from the Port. It’s a bleary mirage that reminds me of fireflies back in Michigan, delicately illuminating a summer evening. But already, it is October, […]
During the tour, we walked through the spaces in which Mr. Wright enjoyed entertaining guests. I imagined winters here: grand fireplaces roaring, lounging with good company while indulging in the finer things in life. A winter desert retreat. And so, when our guide asked if I wanted to play the pianos we came across (like
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It was a perfect summer afternoon and I cruised along the waterfront, marveling at the activity around me. Years ago, I wrote that when the clouds disburse and the sun comes out, it warms the heart of the city and brightens its beauty in a unique and compelling manner. This day was no exception. It
How many times have I walked along Rainier Vista? Trudged through its pavement in rain and smoke? I always dreaded when the wind would blow droplets of Drumheller Fountain on me. It’s an attraction better seen than worn, but there’s no escaping its commanding jurisdiction, or the prolific geese that spend their afternoons bathing in
Years ago, I proudly displayed my pride flag in the window of my Capitol Hill apartment. Hanging pride flags in the gayborhood is as anodyne as an event poster taped on a street lamp, but for me, it was momentous. It reflects my identity and my values, and I brightly shined them in the public’s