Arleen Williams

I had not planned on retiring yet. Not this year. Not next. I taught at an…

At least once a week, maybe twice I cycle or walk Beach Drive in West Seattle.…

The Pacific Northwest summer soothes with days of rain and sun, of gray and brilliance. Yet…

Since February 2010 a small neighborhood coffee house in West Seattle called C&P Coffee has hosted…

The sun is rising, the rugosas are in full bloom and the raspberries need picking. So…

Two blond pre-teens cycle up the long incline of my West Seattle street. Doors and windows…

We all have our crap to deal with during this dreadful pandemic, don’t we? But despite…

II had cataract surgery on the eve of COVID-19. IIBorn cross-eyed and extremely farsighted, I’ve worn…

  Many thanks to the readers, old and new, who attended my author event featuring The…

With the holidays another fond memory and gray Seattle winter here for the next few months…

Why am I so often blinded by the negativity in my world? I tell myself (and…

I find a spot in the large lot as close as possible to the supermarket. A…

How can you write about all that stuff? Doesn’t it feel weird to share your secrets?…

I’m excited for the opportunity to substitute teach for Seattle Writes, a Hugo House writing program…

It was supposed to be a treat to myself for the completion and publication of The…

I’m very happy to announce the publication of The Ex-Mexican Wives Club. This new memoir explores…

October arrived here in Seattle with a bite in the blustery wind and a new academic…

For me, writing began as an archeological dig. I wrote my first memoir, The Thirty-Ninth Victim,…

The leaves on the redbud outside my window show the first signs of autumn as they…

 I walk through quiet Sunday gray, my neighborhood awakening around me. A newspaper flutters on a…