At Seattle Central College, where I’ve worked for the past three years, a few steps separate the main hallway from the Atrium Cafeteria. From there, it’s a straight shot to Seattle Culinary Academy’s One World Café and Square One Bistro. (An important aside: I’m a big...
Shortly before his death this spring, inclusive tourism ambassador, first-rate blogger, and spiritual advisor to many, Scott Rains posted a short piece: “We each have a limited lifetime and within that, a finite set of moments when our abilities align with the...
I upended a full-to-brimming bowl of Khao Soi Gai. All that delicious chicken curry and egg noodle and coconut milk and ginger and sprouts and pickled mustard greens and fried shallots. Most of it landed on my lap. Leslie gasped and leaned forward, chopsticks in hand,...
Finally. I was not the token wheelchair guy in the room. The scene? A national conference in Atlanta focused on the study of disabilities. The audience? Wonderfully diverse. Riding in one of the elevators after sessions on the first morning, I was joined by four other...
I bundled up before leaving my condo on a frigid night to take Gus for his last run. Two-tone puffy jacket. Sleek ski hat. New gloves. Thick cords. I felt stylishly protected. Once out the door, Gus bolted down the ramp by the side of our building on Jackson Street in...
I had just turned ten when my hometown baseball team lost a one-game playoff to their arch rivals. That particular game was preceded by an epic run of losses that reduced a big lead in the standings to nothing. The events of September 1978 fully indoctrinated me into...
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