Until Next Time

Until Next Time: Waiting For The Rebirth

I made a point of sticking around Spokane once I graduated. I liked that feeling of being a part of something on the brink of greatness, and I wanted to see how the story played out. I wanted to be part of the story. is city had long felt on the verge of breaking through, experiencing an awakening of its own.

Hoisting the Sails in the San Juans

On the Schooner Zodiac, thirty women raised four sails daily. The main sail weighs 1,800 pounds, and hoisting it took ten minutes, longer if you were on the peak (that log on the main that had to be raised 110 feet).

My Mother’s Gift

I had never seen the two liquor boxes before, sealed with duct tape so old the edges had become brittle, browned and cracked. More duct tape covered the suitcase I recognized as belonging to my grandmother. I had found them buried deep in the back of my mother’s closet as I packed up her tiny apartment after she lost her battle with cancer in 2009.