What I mean by that is that all endings are beginnings. One era gives way to another, and I find myself in the familiar territory of deciding which of several potential paths to take. The depth of the empty nest surprised me, and now I find myself smack in the middle of new possibilities. Again, …
Z. Z. Wei
Last night, Anjie and I wandered down to the Art Walk in Seattle mostly to see our friend Marty Gordon's work at Lustre Communication. It was a great party, and the art was pretty fantastic. On the way back home, we stopped by the Patricia Rovzar Gallery, where I ran into my good friend Sam …
Working Out
Rolled out of bed Tuesday at 5:15 a.m. This morning it was 6:15. Both mornings I lay in bed thinking, "Am I really going to get up and go do this?" A couple of months ago, the Berrymans signed up for some treadmill, elliptical, and weight machine time, and though so far it's been an …
My Favorite Time of Year
It was 1984 when we first came to Seattle, and it was late September when I started wandering Mercer Street up to the Seattle Repertory Theatre. I was astonished by the maple leaves in their various colors, even bringing home a bag full of leaves one day to try and create some artistic display for …
Grief and Beauty
I've been pretty up front about the way I feel about taking Daniel off to Michigan last weekend. It was hard, but it was exactly right. But the feeling I've had since that time has unquestionably been one of grief. I'll miss both my children, but it's not so much that they aren't here as …
JEFF BERRYMAN 