Rita Heltsley couldn’t imagine life at Oak Harbor Elementary School without Pam Glein.
Glein couldn’t imagine it there without Heltsley.
“If Pam changes careers, I’m following her wherever she goes,” Heltsley joked.
Five years ago, Megan Wise stared at a neglected red barn in her backyard and saw an eyesore. Her husband Mike Wise saw an opportunity.
One fact gardeners must realize on Whidbey Island is that the island isn’t the same from one end to the other.
Steve King expects to feel at home when he moves his family to Whidbey Island this summer.
The Oak Harbor School District’s newly named assistant superintendent grew up in Friday Harbor on San Juan Island.
Scott Sayre lifts a spoon from a steaming pot of potato, broccoli and bacon soup, takes a sip and senses something isn’t right.
“You can taste the bacon,” Sayre said. “Let’s put a little more broccoli in there.”
Sayre was one of six volunteers busy preparing meals in the kitchen of the Oak Harbor First United Methodist Church Thursday.
Sachie Sutterluey and Hidemi Dettman stood side by side, chopping broccoli and mixing raisins for broccoli salad.
It’s rare to find Tina Carman without a smile.
As a small-business owner in a world of coffee shops big and small all around her, Carman goes about her day offering not only a hot drink but a warm expression.
As the clock approached 8 p.m. Monday night, Reilly Richards remained focused on the matters at hand.
It would have been easy to drift into thought about Advanced Placement chemistry and other homework that was waiting for her at home.
It might have been easy to dwell on the weariness from an alarm clock that had sounded at 5 a.m. earlier that day to wake her.
There’s a certain beauty to the forms and straight lines that make up Richard Nash’s home on North Whidbey.
Concrete was used to create angular paths, walls and water gardens that are lined by hardy native bushes, grasses and bamboo.
As Max lays sprawled on the living room floor, Bruce hovered above and let out barks that reverberated across the room.
For Bruce, a Newfoundland just shy of a year old, it was clearly play time. Max remained motionless except for an occasional paw stuck into the air to pacify the overgrown puppy.
In time, he would comply, but only on his terms.
Of all the ornaments in Martha Martin’s home, there’s one that holds dear sentimental value.
Protected in a glass casing is an empty bottle of perfume with a tiny cloth bouquet of flowers still attached. Although neither emit a fragrance, they evoke powerful memories.
“He was very big on giving gifts,” Martin said, referring to the man sitting across the room from her bearing a large grin.
Peggy Darst Townsdin couldn’t have been happier to see a white FedEx courier van arrive at her home last Wednesday.
Inside was the first mass shipment of her new book, “Oak Harbor.”
Hundreds of books were unloaded into her den.
It might go down as one of the oddest first dates on record.
They sat in two cars side by side, facing in opposite directions, with engines idling. Through open driver’s side windows, they chatted into the night in a police department parking lot in the city of Chicago Heights.
Rhys Mattila was up bright and early Wednesday. But the Oak Harbor High School senior wasn’t getting ready for school.
