So I'm up at 6:00 a.m., and by 7:00 the snow flakes are an inch thick. Probably one of the two or three times in my life where Christmas morning has been picture postcard perfect. No need to dream of a white Christmas, because it's here. Having my first cup of coffee, sounds of Anjie …
Crazy December
It's two days before Christmas, and my writing life has come to a full stand-still, much like the street-life around my house over the past few days. Everyone knows the snow and ice have shut things down...the NW Church canceled its Sunday service last week for the first time in anyone's memory. I was sick …
Newness of the Empty Nest
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, …
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 