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HOW TO GROW A SENSE OF WONDER IN PORTLAND OREGON

Most of the time a sense of wonder in Portland means a painful memory from the days of old, of Meier and Frank downtown and the Georgian Room for tea. The place had a special aura during the holidays. The painful part? It hasn’t been there for years, Meier and Frank and the Georgian Room, […]

CHOOSE HOPE, DO THE RIGHT THING

I read a post on social media that ended with ‘Choose Hope.’ So I am. Every time I hear bad news I say it. Things could work out better? Say it to yourself.

CHRISTMAS DINNER 2024 IN REVERSE

Christmas dinner at the end looks like more work for someone. It’s not a mystery. Besides I like the whole process of getting things cleaned up for the next mess. Maybe it’s about getting older, but it’s fun setting things up.

HOME COOKING THE OLD FASHIONED WAY: BRINED TURKEY

Home cooking sounds like a memory. Who doesn’t have dreams of past food? Ma’s mashed potatoes; Grandma’s gravy. Maybe it’s time to move those memories up a notch with a brined turkey?

NOT THANKFUL? TRY HARDER

Not thankful is not a season and not a holiday. With no one to be thankful for, be thankful for yourself. How does that work? Please continue:

A MERRY CHRISTMAS LOOKS LIKE:

  Johnny looks ready for some merriment? Or:

NEW STORY PROBLEMS? CHANGE THE SETTING

New story problems are like cooking a chicken. You know how you’d like it to turn out, but that’s not how it always works. When it’s your Christmas story, and it’s December 24th, you’ve got work to do. Start with your story.

CHRISTMAS CONTRAST: LONGEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR

A Christmas contrast happens every year. Whenever some adult says, “I remember when I was a kid. Christmas was different,” is just the start. Different? Compared to what? Was Christmas nicer?

SHORTEST DAY, LONGEST NIGHT . . . AGAIN

Today is the shortest day of the year? If that’s true, then the shortest day follows the longest night, or tonight is the longest night. There’s got to be some kind of astrological meaning, but I don’t know. What I do know is the night before Christmas used to last what felt like a week. […]

DO PORTLAND CHRISTMAS LIKE A THREE YEAR OLD

A Portland Christmas goes one of two ways: “I will never set foot in that hell-hole.” Or? Peacock Lane? Let’s go.”