Monthly Archives: December 2018


Seattle’s Homer

It’s possible to buy pockets of love. Homer proved it one warm, puffy pitta at a time. Even a blustery, wet sidewalk couldn’t deter a dozen-plus shuffling patrons from claiming their spot in line. Because while the former yoga-studio was anything but roomy, the promise of hand-rolled, wood-fired pita was […]

Homer roasted beets

Father-Daughter Book Club

Father-Daughter Book Club

I am a suburb baby. I grew up at the top of a cul-de-sac and had a milk box beside the front porch. I measured distance in time. Three minutes to the grocery store. Fifteen minutes to the city. We knew our UPS driver and mailman by name. And once, […]