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The first thing that happened was the old stove croaked. According to Consumer Reports, the average lifespan of any oven, dishwasher, washer, dryer, or fridge is now eight to 12 years. When we…

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Seaside photographer Lance Wagner grew up in the Bay area before heading south to Orange County to attend Cal State Fullerton. After graduation he got a job shooting motorcycles for Honda, the…

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It was my birthday weekend and our son and daughter-in-law in Portland decided to blow me away with an eating and drinking extravaganza. I rarely get off the Coast so every trip to Portland is…

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I don’t like to rub it in too much to our less lucky friends, but here in Seaside, we live in a great neighborhood for good eats. We don’t have to get in the car to find a superlative breakfas…

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On a startlingly beautiful Wednesday evening in the waning days of August, a dozen or so people gathered on the beachfront patio of a private home in the Cove to hold the second meeting of the…

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We don’t get into Portland very often but when we are there, we eat. While our friends on the coast tend to head into Portland to shop, see specialty doctors, visit grandkids, hit the airport,…

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Growing up in the 60s, nearly every household boasted a collection of board games. My own family owned “Sorry,” “Clue,” “Concentration,” “MouseTrap,” The Game of Life” and of course, “Monopoly…

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It’s been a couple weeks since I purchased a magnesite sideways cross bracelet from Jennifer Lynn Loper, jewelry designer, mixed media artist, Reiki master, and proprietor of Zen Living Arts, …

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Because the news is so exhausting and likely to bum me out, I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time this summer watching television.

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The first ones I saw were in the late spring, higher up on the alphabet streets, in particular Avenue U and Beach Drive, but also just on the Prom at Avenue T. The carts were always empty and …

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Three weeks ago I was walking Lucy, my young dog, on Avenue U past The Osprey Café when I noticed a young man on the sidewalk doing a sun salutation. Beside him on the ground was a large and f…

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It’s not often that I read a book in two sittings, but that’s exactly how I devoured “The Paper Wasp,” a new novel by Lauren Acampora. And it wasn’t just me who literally ate the book up. My h…

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If you’re inclined toward observation, you may have noticed something out of the ordinary on South Holladay Drive, not far from Broadway. It’s a railroad car, a caboose in fact.

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Last week Mr. Sax and I had an unusual day. What was unusual was we went out for lunch. Lunch at our house is a mundane affair; we eat, but not for fun, as much as for sustenance. My usual lun…

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You might say “A Wandering Man” got its start in the 1990s when Robert Liddycoat and his late wife, Barbara, bought a home built around 1900 on North Downing Street in Seaside.

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A couple of weeks ago my husband was walking down the street with one of our dogs when a car slowed down beside him. The car stopped and the window opened so the driver could speak to him.

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I just had the pleasure of meeting author Pam Houston at Beach Books in Seaside as part of their Lunch in the Loft series. I’ve been a fan of Houston’s writing since her debut novel, “Cowboys …

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Feeling somewhat stressed and worn out as an old mop, I booked myself a facial with Kristi Carson, a massage therapist and facialist working at Seaside Massage and Spa. Kristi and I met when I…

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As 2018 draws to a close and 2019 begins, I feel an urge, usually alcohol induced, to make resolutions for the coming year. This would be a good time for me to say that when it comes to resolu…

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This morning as I wound my way around town, I noticed live Christmas trees for sale in Seaside on the corner of Holladay and 12th. What’s better than the smell of a live tree? The trees remind…