Whidbey General Hospital Elijah Kylar Williams, 7 pounds, 1 ounce, was born May 13, 2010. He is the son of…
Dear Katie,
As you read this letter you will be driving off Whidbey Island, beginning a road trip that will take you to a new home, job, and community. I will stand in the driveway with your dad and brother to see you off. I’ll harness the strength of heaven to wave with enthusiasm before returning to the kitchen table, to sip my coffee and cry while your dad performs a happy dance, smack dab in the middle of the kitchen.
Students at Crescent Harbor Elementary planted native ferns and moss as part of their rain garden Saturday.
We’re rather nostalgic at the Klope house these days. With child number two preparing to move and our high school senior graduating in June, then moving away to attend college in the fall, there is a lot of sorting and packing going on. This week we ran across one of our all-time favorite children’s books: Fireman Small.
Upcoming workshops at the Pacific Northwest Art School in Coupeville offer something to appeal to almost anyone interested in art.
Rider registration is open for the Whidbey General Hospital Foundation’s annual fundraising bike ride, Tour de Whidbey.
Tickets are now on sale for the Whidbey Playhouse production of the Rodger’s and Hammerstein musical “Cinderella.”
“Hey! There’s a minus tide later today. Get your license and grab a pair of rubber boots. I’ve got a bucket for you. It’s clamming time!”
A new radio program plans to unearth Whidbey’s cultural treasures as it premieres next week on KWPA radio in Coupeville.
Children learn about the five senses in grade school and most put each and every one to good use. But what happens when one of those senses slowly fades away after many years of use?
Thursday, May 6, will mark the 59th annual observance of the National Day of Prayer. Several events have been planned for Whidbey Island.
Mothering is a 24/7 job. In addition to the “on call” nature of motherhood, many women pull double-duty with a career of their own, all the while keeping up with household chores, social calendars and family gathering.
This week I quietly celebrated 51 years of life. While I never envisioned myself as middle-aged, I have no problem revealing my age because I view my life as a gift. An adventure. A complete blessing. I wouldn’t change what I’ve experienced during this half century of living because even small changes might threaten the love and gratitude that fills my heart to the brim and hallmarks this birthday.
