Hello! My name is Shannon Taylor. I'm a long-time writer and editor from Minnesota surprised to find myself on an island in the Pacific Northwest with my husband, three younger children (the oldest is attending college in Chicago), and two dogs.

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Bainbridge Walk: Hawley Cove and Wing Point

Last year on the Fourth of July, we were fortunate to be invited by friends to watch fireworks over Eagle Harbor from their aunt’s house right on the water. We noticed that there was a small public park called Hawley Cove right next to her home and we finally made it over there to check it out.

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Art Wall Project

We’re in an in-between stage where a lot of the wall art from our old house doesn’t work in the house we’re renting, but until we figure out what we want to do next, we don’t want to spend much money on what might just be temporary art. But blank white walls don’t feel very homey.

So I was really happy to see this art wall project on “The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.”

I sort of feel like I should explain why I was watching “The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.” It all started when I read Yolanda Hadid’s book, Believe Me, about her battle with Lyme disease. Lyme disease is a big deal back in Wisconsin. I had it once, but because we lived in a place where it’s so common we caught it right away and I haven’t had any issues. Tim’s had it a couple of times, but we’re not sure if some of the neurological stuff he deals with is from Lyme disease or his spinal cord injury. But I was curious to read about her experiences.

Anyway, after reading the book I had to check out the show. And next thing I knew, I’d watched all four of the seasons that Yolanda was in. It’s addictive! During the course of the show, Yolanda battled Lyme disease and, while she was stuck at home, she came up with this idea of having friends and family paint squares to add some fun and color to her house. I thought this would be a perfect way to commemorate visits from the people we love—art and memories all in one.

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Bainbridge Walk: South Beach

Isak Dinesen wrote that the cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. I believe her. If I’m having a bad day or just feeling “bleh,” my favorite walk is the three-mile loop from our house down to South Beach Drive and back.

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Best Book Dedication Ever

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(From P. G. Wodehouse’s 1957 autobiography, Over Seventy)

Short Story: The Grey Heron

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The Grey Heron

by Shannon Taylor

The patio, at twelve o’clock on a sunny day in August, was oppressively hot. The shade from the large banyan trees that surrounded the restaurant provided some relief, and occasionally a light breeze from the Pearl River stirred the air. Ned Lewiston sat under a bright blue umbrella studying the menu. He was trying to picture the Chinese version of quesadillas, but when the waitress—”Doris” according to her name tag—appeared he decided to err on the side of caution and order sweet and sour chicken.

Doris smiled and took his menu. “Thank you very much,” she said in careful English. She turned and began to make her way back to the kitchen through the crowded maze of tables and chairs that were starting to fill with the lunch crowd.

Ned leaned back in the plastic chair and took a sip of iced tea. Sparrows pecked at crumbs on the pavement at his feet. He watched a boat full of tourists sail by, then picked up the newspaper he’d brought. He started to read but after a while realized he’d been reading the same sentence over again. He put the paper down, took another sip of iced tea, and watched his fellow diners settle in.

He knew, of course, that many tourists on Shamian Island were families staying at the White Swan Hotel while they waited for appointments with the U.S. Consulate for final approval to adopt Chinese babies. Minnie’s Restaurant was popular with the families, with its offerings of burgers and shakes and other western-style food. Ned had found himself returning every day for lunch since his arrival in Guangzhou a week earlier. He enjoyed practicing his Chinese, rusty though it was, with the wait staff, and they in turn were eager to work on their English with him.

More than anything, he was glad to be distracted from his thoughts.

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Pleasant Beach Morning

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Tim and I are terrible about going on dates. Some of it has to do with busy schedules, of course, but mostly it’s my fault for not wanting to leave the house if I don’t have to. It’s funny because when I was young, I always wanted to Go Out, but now I just want to Stay In. Preferably in my pajamas with a good movie on Netflix.

But we found ourselves with a couple hours early on Saturday morning with nothing on the calendar, so we decided to bike down to Lynwood Center, via Pleasant Beach, and call it a date. We set off through Fort Ward Park, but instead of turning left to go to South Beach, we turned right and biked the trail along the water. Normally, we’d have a gorgeous view of the Olympic Mountains to the west, but the haze from the wildfires in Canada is still lingering.

After a mile or so, the park ends and the trail becomes Pleasant Beach Drive. Houses start up here, on both sides of the road. Isn’t that the most inviting driveway? I do love hydrangeas.

Pleasant Beach Wharf Street

Bainbridge has more than 60 Road Ends, which is nice because of course all the shoreline property has been gobbled up. You can walk or bike down to the water and there’s usually a bench or some rocks to sit on to enjoy the view.

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Sign Advice and Revision Avoidance

Neil Gaiman Green Light Garage

We live on the south end of Bainbridge, so to reach town or school or the ferry, we take a road that winds its way up and down through thickly wooded hills and along the western edge of Eagle Harbor. Nestled between the road and the harbor is the Green Light Garage. And in their parking lot is a sign that dispenses wisdom to all who pass by.

The quotations usually tie in to whatever’s going on in the world at the time. Holiday and seasonal quotes usually, but sometimes it’s just random cool stuff like this one from Neil Gaiman. Every week, we look forward to seeing what the sign’ll say next.

Speaking of books, I’m trying to get back into the rhythm of revising the middle-grade book I’m supposed to be finishing up this summer. I wrote it during NaNoWriMo two years ago and really need to get it done so I can start sending out the manuscript. I was moving right along, doing a chapter a day, until Grandpa Tony passed away and we went back to Minnesota for the funeral. It was a crazy two weeks, but we’ve been home long enough for me to have transitioned back to revision mode. No more excuses. Read more »

Early Morning on Eagle Harbor

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This week, Will’s been in a rowing camp for kids new to the sport. They meet at Eagle Harbor at seven o’clock in the morning, and today instead of just dropping him off, I stayed to take some photos. To commemorate either the start of his rowing career or the extent of it. Over the past year, I’ve had no fewer than five moms eye Will’s 6’5″ frame and tell me how much he reminds them of their sons, gentle giants with no interest in traditional competitive sports who found a home in rowing. I’m guardedly optimistic.

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A Compass and Travel Guide

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Madeleine L’Engle had this advice for writers: “I don’t care whether they’re five or 500. There are three things that are important: First, if you want to write, you need to keep an honest, unpublishable journal that nobody reads, nobody but you. Where you just put down what you think about life, what you think about things, what you think is fair and what you think is unfair. And second, you need to read. You can’t be a writer if you’re not a reader. It’s the great writers who teach us how to write. The third thing is to write. Just write a little bit every day. Even if it’s only for half an hour–write, write, write.”

The second thing, absolutely. The third thing, a bit harder, but clearly necessary. But that first one…ugh. Journaling’s just not my thing. I’ve tried to get into it, but my attempts all fizzled out instantly. On the other hand, I wrote and published my first newsletter in fourth grade and have done dozens of similar projects (personally and professionally) ever since. I think for some of us, the reader is such an important part of our writing that we’re drawn much more strongly to modes that offer at least the hope of someone on the other end.

So. I’ve decided to dust off this old blog. When the kids were younger, it acted as a kind of compass for me. I was constantly being pulled in so many directions, but having this space to write and share ideas about parenting and life and recipes and whatever else came up helped me focus more than I ever would have imagined.

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Grandma Marilyn’s Peach Jello Pie

Grandma Marilyn's Peach Jello Pie

Every summer, there’s a day when we go to the grocery store and the peaches are displayed front and center and we know it’s Peach Jello Pie time. Grandma Marilyn’s peach pie is just about the easiest pie in the world to make and it absolutely oozes summer.

You can do a quick version or a super-quick version, it’s up to you. With the quick version, you make your own whipped cream and graham cracker crust. Homemade graham crust is surprisingly easy to make, and it’s especially nice if you have a small helper who’d enjoy smashing the graham crackers.

The super-quick version involves Cool Whip and ready-made crust. With either version, keep in mind that you need to give the Jello an hour or two to set. (You can make the pie the morning of, or even the night before, the day you want to serve it.)

Grandma Marilyn’s Peach Jello Pie
makes one 9-inch pie


2 tablespoons cornstarch
1 cup sugar
1 cup water
3-ounce package peach Jello
ripe peaches (4-6, depending on their size)
baked graham cracker pie shell, store-bought or homemade (see recipe below)
whipping cream or Cool Whip

Mix cornstarch and sugar together in a small saucepan. Add 1 cup of water. Bring to a boil, remove from heat, and add package of peach Jello. Stir. As the mixture cools a bit, cut up peaches and arrange to fill the graham cracker pie crust. Pour Jello mixture over the peaches. Refrigerate for an hour or two until Jello is set. Serve with whipped cream or Cool Whip.

Homemade Graham Cracker Crust


6 tablespoons unsalted butter
6 ounces crushed graham crackers, about 1-1/2 cups
3 tablespoons sugar

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Place graham crackers in a large zip-lock bag, seal tightly, and roll over the bag with a rolling pin until the crackers are crumbly.

Melt the butter in a small saucepan or the microwave. Combine the sugar with the graham cracker crumbs. Add the butter and stir until well blended. Press the crumbs into the bottom and up the sides of a 9-inch pie plate.

Bake at 350 degrees for 8-10 minutes, until the crust just begins to brown. Cool on a rack before filling.


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