The New Wave

Each week, my extended family gets together on Sunday to have dinner together at a place I like to call the Pickering compound — a flatroof house in Portland’s West Hills, built by my great grandfather, grandfather and dad in 1959. It’s full of family heirlooms and history.

The grandkids all run around and play, my brother-in-law uses his professional chef skills to impress everyone around the table, and my mom, aunt and sister all talk about the weekly challenges Read More

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