Reasons I Love Seattle: #3 Trees Bloom in February

by | Blogging, Creating a Living, Seattle

Several years ago, a friend flew down to visit me from Anchorage.  During the visit, she asked me if I had considered moving back home to Alaska.  This was mid-February, it was bitter cold up North, the ground and everything else covered in snirt (gray, gritty, dirty snow). I looked around at all the flowers, and the fresh fruits and vegetables on the stands as we walked through Pike Place Market, mountains on view in the background, and ferries making their way across Elliott Bay. “Seriously?” We both got a good laugh.


blooming trees


Me: As seen on…

GalTime: The Pink Daisy Project: Helping Women with Breast Cancer – I interviewed Debbie Cantwell on how she found the silver lining in her own breast cancer battle when started the Pink Daisy Project to help other women with breast cancer

Awesome people who mentioned me in their posts

Misadventures With Andi: Saturday Six #53 – Andi linked to my pictures of house boats from her lovely travel blog.

Its been a long… Happy Birthday Sweet Matt – Anna, a fellow breast cancer survivor, linked to my story about my brother Matt. Her story, based on her blog, was written as a play and presented by Coyote Rep Off Broadway at Wings Theater in Greenwich Theater this past October. See the clip below.

My favorite recent reads

The View From Right Here – not a read so much, but a picture that stopped me in my tracks. Photo of a homeless women in stark focus as the world blurs by.

Lavender and Limes: When Dinosaurs Roamed the Earth – These gorgeous photos of old school card catalogs at the library really took me back.

Public Bookstore: Having a Crappy Night? – I loved this post on dealing with a crappy evening. Made me smile, and might have even made me feel better. Certainly inspired me to look in to Little House on the Prairie re-runs.

BlogHer: Olly Olly Oxen Free – My, this was the week for sentimental reads. This post took me back to 9 years old. Not the awkward, gangly, prepubescent aspects of the nine year old me, but the running through a field with the wind blowing through my hair, and nothing to prove to anyone just be free me.

Judy Schwartz Haley


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