By Lee Lynch Oh, yes, we had fun this year decorating for Halloween. For a couple of hours, I didn’t once think about the ghouls in D.C. We don’t get trick or treaters here, but we have a lively neighborhood of adults from 55 to 95, ourselves included, who get a kick...
By Lee Lynch I was recently contemplating my shoes, which, along with clothes and boxes of books, are the only closeted things in our home. That morning I’d noticed my sweetheart had attached a magnet depicting Dorothy’s ruby shoes to our back door. Now, I’m as big a...
By Lee Lynch The Amazon Trail When I first put in the hearing aids, I felt a giant exhalation of tension. Though I knew of my relatively modest hearing loss, I was unaware what a strain it put not just on my marriage and public life, but on my mind and body. Grandpa...
By Lee Lynch The Amazon Trail: A Poem and a Plant The day was typical for the Pacific Northwest. The brightening sky had stopped sputtering its fine dewdrops for the moment, the wind had blown itself out, and the development where I live came to life. People took...
Guest Column Lee Lynch’s Amazon Trail: Zipline Vegas In the end, it’s all about ego. I’ll do almost anything, apparently, to protect my ego from being bruised. She’s going on a zipline in Las Vegas. That’s what my sweetheart announced this morning. It gets...
