William + Catherine.
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I like this picture of me and Will, taken this fall while having dinner with Laura and Ghassan.
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familia
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Christmas Spinning.
Dear Friends and Family,
As the gentle (and predictable), pre-Christmas drizzle falls on Seattle, it is time once again for us to look back on the past year and ask the question, “What in the world just happened???” (Please note that as it is the fashion of the current administration
Seth and Mies.
Seth and Mies.,
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Seth is soooooo funny. He comes into the living room the other day like this, saying, “Look, Mom! I’m wearing Mies as a fashion statement.”
Such a character, just like when he was little….
Mies.
Mies’s neck.,
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Well, I’ve been back in the states for about three weeks now, and I guess you could say that I’m fully re-acclimated. It’s so different here. I’m happy to be home, of course, but I miss Rome. Such a
A busy but happy year.
Part of living in the Seattle area is being nimble in terms of your work situation and Will finds himself, once again, changing positions. After a two-month stint with Beon Media, he is now starting a contract project as a product manager with Onyx Software Corporation. Located in Bellevue, Will’
In Loving Memory of Mies.
Mies at home on Queen Anne in Seattle. March 11, 2007. Photo Credit: Callie Neylan
Mies, aka Orion + Eden’s Mies van der Rohe, 13, passed away peacefully on July 24, 2018, with his head on the lap of his human sibling, Michaela. He was put to sleep due to
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Oslo. June 11, 2004 to August 5, 2017.
Oslo (a.k.a. Ch. Nike + Eden’s Seabiscuit), 13, passed away quietly on August 5, 2017 in his favorite Chesterfield leather armchair at his home in Seattle, WA. After an extended period in hospice, he was euthanized due to complications of
Losing Oslo.
Seattle, Washington. Wednesday, August 2, 2017. 10:52 p.m. Pacific Daylight Time.
Dearest Callie,
I am sitting on the couch across from Olso, who is in his big chair. Mies is next to me and Friedrich is on the rug doing all he can to tear open his squeaky
Observations from a year on the edge.
There’s a place I go at the end of the year. That suspended, ethereal place between Christmas and New Year’s, when Christmas isn’t but still is, the New Year here but not quite there.
The hours pass uniquely this week somehow, different from all the others; muffled
With cantaloupe, eat ice cream.
For those times when you’re pinching pennies:
One ripe cantaloupe, transported from as far away as possible. Halved, seeds removed, pesticide residual remaining.
Two scoops of Lucerne vanilla ice cream.
For those times when you’re not:
One ripe cantaloupe, organic, local (no more than a 100-mile radius!). Halved,