This 40-degree laid-back Tuesday marks the first day of a new year in Seattle – 2018. After finishing grad school, I bee-lined west to Seattle and never looked back. This view from Gas Works Park was one of the first places I saw while biking along a dirt path back then; today it’s a paved, …
How to spend a winter Saturday in Seattle? With Uzbek journalists, of course! Too much fun!!
Just a quick note that I will be posting more “public” stories soon. It’s been a while! I often write and post stories on my web site for family and friends only, with password access to those stories.
From my summer visit to Wisconsin, quintessentially beautiful in every season. (click on photo for caption/backstory)
I don’t usually post stories or videos that I create at work on my personal web sites, but I do like this Russian one, “Moscow in Photos: 12 Reasons Why We Love Red Square and the Kremlin,” published today.
As a child growing up in Montana, I imagined my cowboy grandpa’s life to be as inspiring and majestic as the mountains around me. I was wrong.
Seattle just welcomed summer’s first moments with rain – and this rainbow.
I was raised to work hard – physically in caring for what I own – and mentally, in the work I do every day. When others ruin or take away what you love – it is stealing in Seattle.
I flew from Wisconsin back home to Seattle to my tenderly nurtured Christmas bulb in full bloom – truly a Christmas gift. (BTW, “tenderly nurtured” is a joke because I have a bad habit of killing indoor plants.)
It’s sad that so many of us in the U.S. – and especially in Seattle – live so far away from our families, our parents, our loved ones. That’s why spending time with my widowed mom means so much to me, here for Christmas in Wisconsin.
Most of us hit a career bump with an insufferably bad boss. Perhaps once in a lifetime you’re privileged to work with a boss who encourages, mentors, and literally changes your life. For me, that is TV journalism’s legendary Phil Sturholm. Today – in laughter and tears – we honored his wonderfully rich life with countless stories over food-truck funeral food of cheeseburgers and fries.
When my employer sent me to Siberia, it wasn’t punishment at all. It was a “once-in-a-lifetime” $25,000 train ticket on the Trans-Siberian Railway, creating on-the-fly videos and stories and unforgettable memories along the way.
Walking to work every morning through Pike Place Market is a daily history lesson, looking at thousands of inscribed tiles laid into the floor. Today, at last, I found what I had been searching for, for years…
A Seattle tradition since 1889, Norwegians (me among them) descend on Ballard to celebrate “Syttende Mai” – May 17th’s Norwegian Constitution Day.
Is this not the prettiest walk to work in the United States? It’s along Seattle’s ever-changing magical waterfront and historic Pike Place Market. Lucky are those who commute to work across Puget Sound waters; it certainly beats sitting in Seattle traffic!
Sometimes we know the end is near, and we prepare. That did not happen in my marriage. And it did not happen with my beloved feline companions of 16 years, Honey and Pepper. They were my faithful animal-shelter friends who filled the void of a marriage lost, teaching me love, devotion, and the power of relationships until death parted us today.
People are wondering about TV news “families” in light of the horrific WDJB-TV murders, broadcast live. I’ve worked in several fantastic places, but nothing compares to my first job as a TV news reporter and producer at Seattle’s CBS affiliate, my “workplace family.”
Seattle shattered its 1958 summer heat record! Results: tomatoes in my backyard, no-snow mountain views from my (nearly) backyard, Discovery Park, and a cool blue moon to boot.
Born and raised in Montana, Wisconsin became my home in my teen and college years – a place of enduring beauty and seasons.
Looking back, after an earthquake upheaval leaves nothing in my life at right angles. Yet, I am thankful.
Ash Wednesday: not a day for giving up, but for leaning in to life. As well, the anniversary of my dad’s sudden death three years ago. This poem hits my heart…