A letter can be a powerful thing.
The handwritten note leaves an indelible mark forever, not only on the ink-stained paper, but also in the heart of its reader.
American playwright A.R. Gurney knew this when he created his Pulitzer Prize nominated play “Love Letters.”
Every year, at about this time, you can expect the inevitable zucchini column.
For reasons unclear to me,
I always feel compelled to write about the many possible uses for the excess zucchini that is typically part of the bounty of late summer/early fall.
Last week’s Republican Telethon reminded me what I miss most about today’s politicians: the three-named luminaries.
Names like John Quincy Adams, William Howard Taft and Robin of Lochsley.
My favorite three-pronged political name almost sounds like an imported beer: John Foster Dulles.
You have to be pretty confident as an artist to have one of your first gallery shows on Whidbey Island.
Emerging local painters Carrie Whitney and Laura Hudson are taking the plunge and baring their work and, subsequently their artistic souls, for all local discerning eyes to see.
The South Whidbey High School football team gets set for its first game of the season, and Coach Mark Hodson gives a preview of what to expect.
It happens every year.
I ignore it as long as I can, pretending I’m on an alternative architecture tour admiring a living roof.
Lush, verdant, it’s a little meadow that harvests rainwater and contributes oxygen to the atmosphere. But really that green isn’t supposed to be up there. Time to clean the roof.
The late great mandolin picker Bill Monroe probably would have loved Whidbey Island.
It’s easy to picture him with his band, The Blue Grass Boys, with their superior playing, harmonious multi-part singing and overall down-home, good-time, rootsy feel, pickin’ away in some beautiful clearing in the island woods.
Whidbey artist Jerry Hill has been connected to Native American art forms ever since he bought his first knife at age 7 and carved his first mask.
The summers of his childhood were spent exploring the regions of the Puget Sound, British Columbia and Alaska, where he soaked up the art and culture of the First Nations People.
If I were to ask you what you consider to be the most important job in the country, what would you answer?
President? CEO of any of our huge major industries? Secretary of State, or Treasury? The general in charge of our everlasting war in Iraq?
I am writing this column by hand while sitting backstage at the Samsung Sound Lounge at Bumbershoot, Seattle’s premiere music and arts festival, now in its 38th year.
That’s more than half my lifetime.
A South Whidbey contingent of actors were invited to attend the Discovering New Mysteries — International Mystery Writers Festival 2008 in Owensboro, Ky. in June.
The Whidbey Island Woodworkers Guild presents Woodpalooza, the fifth annual exhibition showcasing recent works by 21 of its artistic members….
Unhappiness seems to drag along behind them as the war looms ahead, and yet, it’s still a comedy.
“Olive and Jack” is a domestic comedy set at the start of World War II about a couple living in Port Gamble.
The company-owned village, where the married Olive and Jack live, is far from any teeming cosmopolitan action, and this makes Olive unhappy.
