
I had the distinct privilege of meeting David Buerge, author of Chief Seattle and the Town That Took His Name. He did a reading in a very full conference room at Aljoya, an event put on by the Mercer Island library, with some help from the Mercer Island Historical Society.
David Buerge was a lively speaker and gave us a full hour of highlights from his book–a topic he has studied throughout his career as a historian, educator, and author.
My favorite description of Chief Seattle in the book is by a man named Tolmie. He said Chief Seattle was “a brawny Soquamish with a roman countenance and black curley hair, the handsomest Indian I have seen.”
I will write a full review when I finish the book–I’m about halfway through right now. I’m loving the intricate details of Duwamish history told with lovely, almost whimsical narrative, and at the same time Buerge slips in matter-of-fact details putting everything into perspective.



On July 16th, 2015, our first full day in Paris, we took a taxi to the Louvre Museum. We were a little nervous bringing a four-year-old into what is arguably the most incredible museum in the world, but it actually went really well and I’m excited to share the experience!
First of all, I wasn’t sure if my spirited, energetic son would actually enjoy any of the beauty and the history or simply endure them. If you don’t know my son …. he likes to jump, he likes to yell, he likes to run, and he LICKED A WALL in downtown Paris. So I popped a sucker in his mouth to keep it occupied and held his hand the entire time, and crossed my fingers he would at the least not destroy anything. But I was so hoping he would grasp some of the greatness we were about to see.

“Mom, why is the lion biting his butt?” Good question!


Many of the paintings were larger than life-size. Some were bright, realistic colors and others were dark and ominous looking. We spent a long time looking at a smaller portrait of a man’s face. “I think he looks angry. What do you think he’s feeling?” I asked my son. He thought the man looked both mad and surprised. I hadn’t noticed that he looked surprised, but when I looked closer at his eyes, I agreed. We saw portraits of mothers breastfeeding their babies and families eating dinner together. There were sheep and goats on a mountain in one, musical instruments in another. My husband waited in line to see the Mona Lisa while my son and I rested on a bench and played with some small Star Wars toys we had brought along.




