How to spend a winter Saturday in Seattle? With Uzbek journalists, of course! Too much fun!!
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.)
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.
A Seattle tradition since 1889, Norwegians (me among them) descend on Ballard to celebrate “Syttende Mai” – May 17th’s Norwegian Constitution Day.
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.
It was my pure joy MC-ing our Central Asian Navruz dinner celebration (a sell-out crowd of 400!) with our Seattle-Tashkent Sister City Association. Thank you! – Katta Rahmat!
Not my typical Monday: Lunch with His Excellency Bakhtiyar Gulyamov, Uzbekistan’s new ambassador to the U.S.
Another reason why I love Seattle: Space Needle blue moon. I wasn’t alone. Neighbors, tourists, professional photographers, and TV stations came out to capture this rare, rising blue moon over Seattle. The next one’s in 2015. (Kerry Park/Seattle–August 20, 2013)
Five years ago this week I was exploring Silk Roads and back roads of Central Asia. Officially I was with the Seattle-Tashkent Sister City Association, an invited member of its 35th anniversary delegation.
I sometimes crave caffeine on my Queen Anne neighborhood walks – but books? I discovered this “Little Free Library” in someone’s yard today, a give-and-take vellum venue – perhaps for those who’ve lost their Kindles?
What’s in a name? These days, it’s not Leningrad, anymore. It’s not the USSR, anymore. And my “‘Baby Lenin”‘ pin isn’t worn anymore, but rather a sought-after relic for collectors. Change in St. Petersburg is the real name of the game: mind-boggling change.
There are other things to do here besides riding horses, but that’s the main reason people visit Bridle Trails State Park.
I grew up in Montana, but don’t own a horse and don’t ride that often.
Soviet military veteran joins others in a May Day parade honoring their service… service of a bygone era…
The Washington Park Arboretum is affectionately called the “zoo for trees.” Here is my urban oasis where I daydream, wander, and add to my journal one more reason why I love Seattle. In this wild kingdom of seemingly nonstop blossoming rhododendrons, Japanese maples and magnolias, more than 5,500 different kinds of plants and trees thrive. …
While working for ABC News in Moscow, Russia I found this refreshing non-news: life goes on.
“SOCIAL UPHEAVAL MEANS SOUP KITCHENS, STRUGGLES FOR SOME RUSSIANS”(First published in The Seattle Times, 05/08/1994) [My note, years later: I like this story as a reflection of the times, showing the resilience of Russia’s elderly struggling to adapt to changes, even as they wondered where their next meal would come from. I later volunteered at …