In Memoriam
Debbie and her family are mourning the death of their beloved younger son, Dale, who passed from this life on Tuesday, August 9. To read more about this exceptional young man, read the touching obituary written by his sister, Adele.
Messages of condolence may be sent to Debbie via her website guestbook, or via postal mail to PO Box 1458, Port Orchard, WA 98366.
My Roots
I’m back from Grandma Camp. This year’s camp I wanted to share my roots with the girls, so we traveled to my home town of Yakima, Washington. I was able to show them the house where I grew up, but unfortunately the house where mom and dad lived when I was born burned to the ground in the late 1950s. We stopped off at the school where I attended classes for eight years and the church where their grandpa and I were married. We had lunch with my best friend from my childhood, Carol Brulotte, at a fabulous Mexican restaurant. Read more
Breakfast at Lunch
I’m having lunch with my breakfast friends. This group has been meeting for almost twenty years. All of us are entrepreneurs who have (or have had) our own businesses, with the exception of Betty, who was a local bank vice president. We have encouraged, supported and advised one another in business and in life. But why lunch for a Breakfast Club? Now that some of the group are retired and not out and about early in the morning, lunch is a more convenient meeting time. Breakfast, lunch—it doesn’t matter. Read more
Where Does the Height Come From?
One comment I get from readers once they meet me is, "Oh, I didn’t expect you to be so short." Or, "I thought you’d be taller." Frankly, I hoped I would be, too. I fully expected my three granddaughters to be taller than me, but by age eleven???!!!! Jazmine, at sixteen, is 5’ 7” and often wears heels so she towers over me. Bailey is tall and lean and at twelve she’s already 5′ 4". Maddy Rose, the youngest of the three girls (and the one who shares my birthday) shot past me this summer. Read more
Grandma Camp
This is a special week. I’m doing Grandma Camp with my three granddaughters, starting Thursday. We’re heading to Yakima, Washington, where I was born and raised. I’m going to show them the hospital where I was born (it has a new name now!) and the house where I grew up (new owners, of course). We’ll go to the church where their grandfather and I were married. (The priest who married us has since left the priesthood.) Plus the parking lot where my high school once stood (St. Read more