Dan Whitmarsh

Dan Whitmarsh

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It is almost spring, and spring gets me thinking about summer, and summer makes me think about camping. more
It was the early 1990s in Azusa, California, where I was in college. It was December, it was finals week, and, needing to blow off stress, we went Christmas caroling. more
These are momentous days in our household. This spring four of us are graduating — from grad school, from college, and the two youngest from Peninsula High School. I have mixed feelings about that … more
These are momentous days in our household. This spring four of us are graduating — from grad school, from college, and the two youngest from Peninsula High School. I have mixed feelings about … more
Those Easter mornings, my mother made hot cross buns. I remember them well, their butter-basted crowns glistening in the light with cross-shaped frosting dripping down the sides. I can smell their … more
I woke early on those cold winter mornings, the jangling alarm clock wrestling me from blissful Christmas dreams. As the rest of the family slept, I pulled on my wool socks and long underwear, topped … more
We sat on our back porch as evening nibbled at the remaining daylight. Across the pond, a full moon rose above a proud line of aged fir trees, its face a milky dime amidst a sky … more
Spring is upon us and summer is fast approaching. The glowing faces of daffodils greet me on these longer days, while our pond is alive with the cacophony of a family of geese who have made a new … more
The Christmas season is upon us once again. Even in this second winter of Covid, it is a time for celebration, family, and feasting. Dancing lights twinkle merrily while carolers serenade our streets … more
“Look here,” my wife said, pulling back the thick vines growing in our backyard garden. I saw a flash of red deep in the shadows. Reaching in, I gave a gentle tug and pulled out our first … more
On Sundays I rise early, enjoying a warm cup of coffee with my wife before heading out into the day. Driving toward Lakebay I experience little traffic; I tell myself that the few I pass are either … more
The Lakebay Church is a mess. The church building is a mess, I mean. Not the people. The people are, all things considered, doing well. However, as I write this, the building is pretty torn up. … more
It’s the early 1990s and we’ve gathered for dinner at Grandma’s house. Adults are talking in the kitchen while the teenagers lounge in the back room, debating whether there’s a Walkman amongst the presents under the tree. Somewhere, there’s a record player spinning carols by Andy Williams. more
Just outside my office sits the Lakebay cemetery, a peaceful little plot of land tucked away behind a thick hedge and madrona trees. Bordered by the Lakebay Church, on a hill that backs into Mayo … more
The Key Peninsula, like the rest of the world, is beset by turbulent times. COVID-19, financial upheaval and social reorganization are … more
“Do not be afraid.” It’s a command heard throughout the Bible. From the mouths of angels, prophets and Jesus himself, … more
The darkness always surprises me. Our languid days of summer too quickly give way to winter’s darkness and, here on the peninsula, the … more
In July I spent a week in the North Cascades, in the shadow of Mount Baker. It reminded me that we are blessed to live amid some of the most … more
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