Written: September 2008   This week, I will undertake one of the most grueling events in my life. I will walk 60 miles to help raise money for and awareness of breast cancer research. I am taking part in the Breast Cancer 3 Day Walk in Seattle. And the reason I signed up for this… Read More


Written: 2008 “He had an easy smile.” I’ve read those words many times, but never have they rung so true as when I use them to describe my friend James. When he smiled, his entire face lit up and you felt your own face light up, even if you were in a dark mood. James… Read More


(Written: July 2009)   Two weeks ago, our sports guys asked me to interview Ken Griffey, Senior for them. He was doing interviews live via satellite to talk about the MLB All Star Game, as well as his battle with prostate cancer. I love interviewing people. Scratch that. I love talking to people, period. I… Read More


Written: November 16, 2005 I saw a video clip that brought me to tears. It shows a man cradling a child’s face in his hands as he tenderly kisses her forehead. The man is a grieving father who had just lost his son. The girl is a hospital patient who had just received the boy’s… Read More


(Originally posted: December 11, 2014) I post a lot of motivational quotes on my social media sites and receive messages from people, thanking me for being so thoughtful. I’m glad they get enjoyment and inspiration from  my posts, but in reality, I’m not posting those quotes for them. I’m posting them for myself. I’ve struggled… Read More


I stopped at my local Starbucks to do some writing this morning, but found myself distracted by what looked like an accident or crime scene at the intersection where the Starbucks sits. At first, I thought police were wrapping up a collision, but neither car I saw had too much damage and there was way… Read More


(Originally published: May 10, 2015)   My mother and I had a volatile relationship. She had a hair-trigger temper when it came to me, and when she became angry, she lashed out, striking me with whatever she could grab (frying pan, cutting board, belt). If nothing was close at hand, she’d grab handfuls of my… Read More


(Originally published: January 13, 2011)   This post is slightly hockey-related. It’s related in the fact that it’s about a hockey fan. If you’re looking for a strictly hockey story, I suggest you stop reading now. *** Her name was Marushka. Well, that’s the name she chose to use. I knew her real name once… Read More


(Originally published: July 20, 2012)   Tributes have been pouring in for an up and coming sports writer whose life was cut short in an act of truly senseless violence. I did not know Jessica Redfield (Ghawi) but several of my friends knew and loved her. They’ve been sharing stories and videos on Twitter and… Read More