Articles written by joanne peterson
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Recovery, and finding time to volunteer | Home Again
It’s been over two weeks since my unfortunate adventure in the Seattle I-5 express tunnel on my way to a youth soccer game in Tukwila. It was the last day of March. Rear-ended by... — Updated 4/24/2019
Plans derailed by car accident | Home Again
My plan for last Saturday included a leisurely morning at home, followed by a sunny drive to watch my West Seattle grandson Adam play soccer in Tukwila. Tukwila is not my first... — Updated 4/10/2019
A lot to be thankful for | Home Again
Tuesday was our warmest winter day on record. Ever! Perhaps it’s easier to think of gratitude when the sun is shining though I also enjoy clouds and rain and the rare snow in... — Updated 3/22/2019
Unpacking after a trip, or not | Home Again
I enjoy packing for a trip. I know other people who enjoy that task, too, and I know some who say they dislike it, totally. As to people who enjoy unpacking after they return home,... — Updated 3/8/2019
Armed with Oscar ballots, on the couch | Home Again
The 91st Academy Awards extravaganza also known as the Oscars takes place this Sunday, offering hours of entertainment in a Hollywood theater filled with glitz and glamour.... — Updated 2/23/2019
A snow day perfect for sleds | Home Again
This morning, my grandson Adam texted me three photos taken from inside his family’s West Seattle home, views of the snow-covered front yard and street. Adam’s ecstatic... — Updated 2/10/2019
Football, spring and MLK Day | Home Again
The NFL football games last weekend presumably pleased people, but I am among the thousands disappointed by the outcomes of both. As to Feb. 3, Super Bowl Sunday, I’ll admit that... — Updated 1/29/2019 Full story
Pulling people into your peace | Home Again
I sit in the big chair in the living room, holding my laptop. The computer makes it uncomfortably crowded for my Siamese cat Mocha to wedge in next to me, where she prefers to be.... — Updated 1/13/2019 Full story
Walking each other home, together | Home Again
Christmas Eve morning. Sunny and bright, with puffy clouds in a pale blue sky. It was 47 degrees, probably much colder where I stood on the beach north of the ferry dock, watching... — Updated 1/2/2019 Full story
Christmas memories and that mouse | Home Again
I’ve shared childhood Christmas memories often through my years of writing this column. Right now, I’m remembering my mother early in December, eager to unpack her boxes of... — Updated 12/19/2018
Doing the right thing | Home Again
I’ve been thinking about several unrelated events of the past weekend. First, I write this on Veterans Day, grateful for those who have served their country, my country.... — Updated 11/19/2018
When Dorothy met Loren | Home Again
My father, Loren Bradbury, played football at Yakima High School during the early 1930s. Watching him play in the first football game of the season her sophomore year, my mother,... — Updated 10/24/2018
Meow. The food bank needs your help | Home Again
My cat Mocha and I sometimes have lengthy conversations. She appears before me, looks up with her blue Siamese eyes and says, “Meow.” Sometimes I say, “What do you want?... — Updated 9/7/2018
Growing up with 4-H | Home Again
My granddaughter Annika is a great mix of sweet kid, fine student and girly-girl with a fondness for make-up, a mercurial 15-year-old delight and active 4-H club member. And... — Updated 8/24/2018
A fluffy, amazing companion | Home Again
I’ve enjoyed the company of cats since I was 7 years old and moved with my family to Edmonds. I do not recall how we acquired our big tabby cat Butch or who named him. I have... — Updated 8/9/2018
Family combined work, pleasure in 1924 vacation | Home Again
My mother was 16 years old in 1924 when she wrote in pencil in a tiny notebook about a family vacation a vacation combining a camping trip and a Rawleigh convention. My grandpa,... — Updated 7/27/2018
Something to remind me of my parents | Home Again
Today I unpacked a stained-glass light fixture my parents bought in the early 1960s to hang over their dining table in the home they built for their retirement on Camano Island. I... — Updated 7/1/2018
Digging dirt, humming on the deck | Home Again
Somehow, June is half over, and I have not prepared and planted the 15 or so pots on my deck. In the fall, I pulled up spent plants and left the pots to await spring, at which time... — Updated 6/15/2018 Full story
Visit to family is like a vacation | Home Again
Spring in northern Idaho means green pastures and blue skies and time for a visit to my son Brad and his family. It had been way too long since I’d been to see them, so I... — Updated 6/1/2018
A sundress for Mother’s Day | Home Again
Mother’s Day was one of my favorite days when I was a child. My brother Warren and I sometimes brought home oddly shaped clay gifts we made at school. (Ashtrays? Bird nests?... — Updated 5/18/2018
Raising money for Puerto Rico | Home Again
Edmonds United Methodist Church became my church home when I returned to Edmonds over a dozen years ago, after forty-some years away. When I was a child, my family attended the old... — Updated 4/20/2018 Full story
Libraries worth the extra taxes | Home Again
I love the Sno-Isle Libraries system and especially the Edmonds Library! I loved the old Edmonds Carnegie Library from the day of my first visit, when I was 7. Thousands of peopl... — Updated 4/8/2018 Full story
Goodbye to a steady friend | Home Again
On the day after Christmas, a dear member of my writing group died. Edythe lived in southern Oregon, but was a participant in the Edmonds group we call the Writing Sisters. She was... — Updated 2/9/2018
Retreat provides perfect escape | Home Again
Last weekend, I attended a church retreat. In retrospect, I realize that during the weekend I sometimes felt a bit like a little kid at summer camp, free and at ease with everyone... — Updated 1/28/2018
Kind hearts, and Veterans Day | Home Again
In my most recent column, I wrote about the Christmas when I was 6 years old and found a shiny new blue bike parked by the Christmas tree, next to a matching one for my 8-year-old... — Updated 11/20/2017