Amy McBride

Or, How a Wedding Party Right Out of “It’s a Small World” Opened My Eyes to Cosmic Reality. My brother, Jon, was married in Morocco this past May. He and Alia, his lovely bride, organized an amazing week attended by family and friends, who came...

Sometimes a successfully realized project equals the original dream. In rare instances, it surpasses it. Last year, to celebrate the one-hundredth day of my son’s school, each kid had to bring a hundred of something to class. I’m not the most...

Hats off to the dreamers among us, be they child or sponge, who really know how to have fun. My six-and-a-half-year-old son Oliver absconded with one of his father’s hats this past weekend. It looked so cute on him, how could dad resist handing...

Innovation starts with you. And your sandwich. And your tractor, bike and blog. The other day, I met with a colleague for a working lunch. We exchanged niceties as she unpacked her box lunch. Before we got on topic, she threw her arms toward the...

History studies lead to memories of a less innocent time. So, remember how when I’m not being an arts administrator, mom, wife, magazine columnist and artist I’m now going to graduate school? (See my column in the March-April issue if your memory...

The world is changing, kid. Expect the unexpected. When asked by folks outside the region about surviving the dark, rainy winters of the Northwest, I tell them: It isn’t too bad. Then, just when I feel like jumping off the nearest bridge, spring...

Come on, brain. We’re in unfamiliar territory. Help me out here. I recently went back to graduate school. Almost twenty years out of academia and I got a yearnin’ for learnin’. I always enjoyed school and, for the most part, did pretty well....

You’re really going to enjoy this column, if the author gets around to writing it. I’m suffering from writer’s block. It’s just awful. If you are reading this now, assume that I’ve conquered it. For the time being. Months ago, my editor...

Sometimes the elephant in the room is a thing that brings delight. The other day, I came across an old photograph of myself. I was about six years old and my hair was blowing in the blustery wind of a Wisconsin winter. My family had gone on an...

A decade ago a visitor got a glimpse of Tacoma. That’s where the story begins.