Ten years ago, the first issue of Yakima Magazine was published and ever since, I’ve been fortunate enough to have the privilege of writing about houses in our beautiful city.
Thanksgiving is just around the corner. Yet, instead of planning for large celebrations, many people find themselves isolated, worrying about coronavirus and wondering just what there is to be thankful for this year.
Moments after birth, we all set off on a complex relationship with food that lasts a lifetime. In a perfect world, babies quickly learn to associate their very first feedings with soothing and loving care. Food satisfies, and not just the one who’s hungry. The people who share their food sha…
When I was a kid, everybody spent Thanksgiving at our house.
The Yakima Valley is well-known for products made available by days and days of sunshine, heat and nearby water.
It is not death that a man should fear — but he should fear never beginning to live.”
Browsing an estate sale, yard sale or even an antique shop, shoppers might be looking for any number of items that pique their interest. But items such as hand tools are often overlooked.
I love this time of year. It’s hard to deny the gorgeous changing leaves, the bright blue skies and cool crisp mornings. The poplar trees out my window sway and dance in the breeze, shimmering gold in the afternoon sun. Soon the leaves will fall and our beautiful valley hills will be in view…
As the 1992 Memorial Hospital Follies drew to a close, a spotlight was trained high above the Capitol Theatre stage. To musical accompaniment, 89-year-old “Bill” Donelson Robertson, resplendent in a black lace dress and large hat, descended to the stage, seated on a swing.
Driving around town looking for a house to feature in Yakima Magazine, I spotted a home in the Barge Chestnut neighborhood that could have been transported from colonial days to its current address. This revelation should have come as no surprise because I’m always reaching for my trusty cop…
In 2009, Todd Bol was looking for a way to honor the memory of his mother, a “dancing spirit,” book lover and retired teacher who tutored neighborhood children at her dining room table.
Liz Martinez’s mother was terrified of horses and forbade her to be around them. Ever.
Recently, a friend’s Facebook post sent my husband and me out to West Valley to find the Ahtanum Berry Patch. After a few wrong turns we came upon their sign at Ahtanum and 74th directing us to the Weavers’ farm.