View From the Porch

VIEW FROM THE PORCH - C'mon, put me in your column

He's a nice guy. I see him at the YMCA all the time. He's told me his name several times. I'm supposed to know it, but I have a terrible memory. I can't remember his name a

VIEW FROM THE PORCH - There's a time and purpose for all things ...

Annie asked me to deliver a cookbook and a cupcake tin to a friend in town."Sure," I said. (Marriage is a partnership. I like to be helpful.)Annie brought me two suitcase-size bags.

VIEW FROM THE PORCH - Family editors offer harshest critique

I read your book," brother Mike said."About time," I said. "You messed up some stuff.""Like what?"

VIEW FROM THE PORCH - Writer finds himself amused

I woke with a start. The bedside clock glowed 4:07 a.m.. There was somebody in the room. I could feel it. I leapt from my bed. A half-drunk Viking lay sprawled in my reading chair, mumbling in a Norwegian accent."What the...!" I struck a threatening karat

VIEW FROM THE PORCH - Yup, it's the new glasses

It's been 36 days since I started my diet. You may not have noticed, but I've lost some weight. Yesterday I put on a pair of jeans I last wore 17 years ago. I went straight to the mirror."Looking good," I said.Annie was in the kitchen baking cherry-walnut

Take a seat with the regulars

I have a habit. According to me it's a good habit, not a bad one. I do a lot of my writing in Walla Walla's numerous coffee shops. I tend to float around, enjoying a change of scenery every now and again. I'm an equal-opportunity coffee drinker.

Taking measure of weight loss

It's that time of year again -- time to take stock, list my few remaining shortcomings, and resolve to do better.

To each spouse their own space

It's been seven years since Annie and I moved to Walla Walla to become farmers. We soon found out I wasn't much of a farmer.

Go-between delivers first love's lessons

Valentine's Day is just around the corner. It always reminds me of Amy Barnhart -- my first love.

VIEW FROM THE PORCH - Parking crunch inspires rant

‘Sorry I'm late.” John looked like he was going to blow a gasket. He harrumphed around my office, shaking his fist in the air, rolling his eyes.'Had to drive around the #$&#% block three #$&#% times before I found a #$&#% parking space! They gotta do some