I just realized that I had not shared my audio essay, “The War is Not Over,” on my blog. It was originally pitched/discussed/commissioned as a September 11th remembrance piece. As I have listened to the months of coverage of the Russian invasion of Ukraine and the war that’s ravaging the Ukrainian people and their beloved … Continue reading The war is not over
My cousin sent me a text a few days ago to tell me her mother, my aunt, was in the hospital. She sent an update later. Her mother would be moved to compassionate care. “We are not going to win this one.” I immediately began searching my memories. When was the last time I’d seen … Continue reading Suddenly, it’s the last time
Today I will join a friend in swimming 11 miles in open water, hugging the coast of my next-door neighbor island. My friend and fellow swimmer created the Swim of Hope as an act of love and support for a fellow swimmer, who is living with pancreatic cancer. I am swimming for my friend Keith … Continue reading Say it, then do it
In a couple weeks, my friend Christina and I will swim 11 miles, a feat neither of us has ever done. Christina named it the “Swim of Hope.” I take my inspiration for this swim from my friend Christina who created it on behalf of our friend Keith, who is living with hope and pancreatic … Continue reading Swim of Hope
Last week, I showed up at the cove to swim. One fellow swimmer was there. We stood on the higher ground and surveyed the situation: we couldn’t see anything but fog. We couldn’t see any of our usual markers: not our first stop, the blue boat on the far side of the cove, none of … Continue reading In the fog
A couple months ago, I was sitting in a Southwest Airlines wheelchair, waiting to preboard my flight. Passengers were disembarking in one long, hurried rush. Suddenly, I felt a jolt of pain and screamed. A young woman, dragging her wheelie bag in her right hand and reading the phone in her left, had slammed into … Continue reading Screaming to be Seen
I returned to my island home on Earth Day last week. Mind you, flying 12 hours, through three packed airports on two completely full planes was not the ideal, nor my preferred, way to celebrate Earth Day. I was double-masked for nearly 12 hours, even though I had tested negative before I began my journey. … Continue reading Every Day is Earth Day
Wendy Stephens, 14 years old. In late 2001, I was a staff photographer for the Associated Press based in Seattle. One of my reporting colleagues decided to follow up with the lone detective still working on the murders of the serial killer known as the Green River Killer. Detective Ted Jensen was the one person … Continue reading Their names, faces, stories
“This I Believe. By that name, we present the personal philosophies of thoughtful men and women in all walks of life. In this brief space, a banker or a butcher, a painter or a social worker, people of all kinds who need have nothing more in common than integrity, a real honesty, will write about … Continue reading This I Believe
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