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Life has been a little too interesting around Casa Tuel lately. My husband Rick, got airlifted off the island because he could not breathe one night. He’s much better, thanks, out of the hospital and on a new regime of dialysis.

In 1966, after my first year of college, my parents and I had a disagreement which led to a parting of the ways.

I am happy to report that I finished reading "A Dance with Dragons" the other day. It is the fifth book in the "Song of Ice and Fire" series by George RR Martin.

There was a time when singing and my voice were my identity, my reason for being. It mattered a lot that people knew I sang, and sang well

My husband’s father passed away at the end of August. He was 91 years old, and he died less than three weeks short of his 92nd birthday.

We had the radio on as we were driving to the ferry this morning, and heard an announcer say that people affected by Colorado’s recent floods were looking for a return to "normalcy.

"Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky tacky Little boxes on the hillside and they all look just the same…" © 1962 Schroder Music, words and music by Malvina Reynolds

Almost thirty years ago I experienced my adult conversion to Christianity. I grew up in the Baptist Church and always felt I was a Christian at heart

This has been the most beautiful summer I remember in years. Day after sunny day dawns, and we put on our shorts and tank tops and sandals, those of us not restricted by bothersome things like jobs

In July of 1973 I joined my hippie friends one Saturday morning to go up to town and see the Festival Parade, my first.We had to park a couple of blocks out of town and walk in with other festival goers. That part hasn’t changed in 40 years.

"…to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death.

Went on a road trip the other week. Ever since my cousin Nancy moved back to California from Washington we’ve talked about meeting in the middle, and finally Nancy suggested we meet someplace on Interstate 5

Mary Martin, the Socialist Workers Party candidate for mayor of Seattle, was interviewed by the Seattle Times the other week.

Our dog, Marley, has a condition called cherry eye, a genetic defect in which the "cherries" are actually membranes which are supposed to be under the eyelid, but instead are squeezing out next to it.

It is May, and I have medical insurance. I won’t call it health insurance, because it isn’t something you use when you’re healthy.

December, 1943: Mom and Dad were on their way to Dad’s first duty station in Galveston, Texas, when they took a little detour to Dalhart

My gall bladder recently decided to pre-decease the rest of me.

Our granddaughter was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes a few weeks ago. The diagnosis blindsided us. She was wasting away before our eyes, becoming more listless and tired, but it happened so gradually.

This week’s column is by my husband, Rick Tuel, who, now that he’s retired, has time to record a little family history. He writes: My dad, Mark Tuel, was born in Lehigh, Iowa, in 1921, the elder of two brothers. 

It is the season of Lent in the Christian church, a time of reflection, penitence, and self-denial, one object of these practices being humility.

There is a joke that if the genders took turns having babies – if the woman had the first, the man had the second, and the woman had the third, there would never be any fourth babies.

About 4:30 this morning my husband and I were lying there petting the dog and talking about our random sleep schedules.  He is hooked up to his dialysis machine at night, and it makes various beeps and boops

Sometime in the last couple of years I saw a young standup comic, a guy, riffing on relationships, which is a pretty reliable comic vein to mine. He said that no one he knew looked at people who had been together for 30 years and thought,

This year, on top of the holiday stress, we are looking at my husband’s being laid off from his job. He plans to make the best of the cards he has been dealt by calling himself retired. The man is 67, after all, and on dialysis. People have retired with less justification.