I watched the most adorable video of a mamma moose and her two calves playing on a lawn in Anchorage. The grass was green, green, green and there were mature shrubs and trees. The calves were frolicking, running in circles through a sprinkler and around and around their mamma. It is funny the things that … Continue reading That Could Have Been My Life
It is spring break-up in Anchorage, the roads are sloppy, gray mounds of debris filled snow lies along the edges of lawns and streets. You walk carefully to avoid ankle deep puddles or patches of slick black ice. Everything is wet and cold. Inside it is warm though, shoes are tossed in a pile by … Continue reading An Alaskan Kid
When I was in my thirties my parents sold our childhood home and moved into their dream home, designed and built by them with a yard big enough for huge gardens. Although I loved it, and I was so happy for my parents, I missed our comfortable old home, the one I was raised in, … Continue reading Home REALLY is Where the Heart Is.
Prompt: Time ~I am still not sure exactly how WordPress works. I had just figured out about the daily prompt and then.... it was gone. I am enjoying posting on RDP, I really like reading what the other Bloggers have posted. A few days ago I saw a prompt that had a picture prompt. I … Continue reading Time in a Bottle
Happy Birthday Randy! This is a post dedicated to one of the most awesome people I know. He is also someone who will call me out if I am too sappy or corny, and this is going to be, but I don't really care. He. Is. Amazing. Resilient. Charismatic and truthful to a fault. Let … Continue reading Happy B-day: Groove On Baby Brother!
Anchorage feels anonymous and distant until a stranger, an older woman with large arms and soft skin hugs me, looks at me, really looks at me like she knows me, and tells me I look just like my mom. Suddenly, I am home again.
Whenever a picture of Pioneer Peak floats across my FB feed, I get an instant, kick-in-the-gut shot of nostalgia. There are few things that make me miss home like that mountain does. Knife edged peaks, seemingly snow-capped year round, thrusting straight up from the valley floor. Warm mellow light of an autumn sun painting the … Continue reading Camping, Finch Family Style
(This was published earlier, but wanted to get my writing on one site) Last September I returned home, to Anchorage, for the sad occasion of my sister’s funeral. Over the week, as my family gathered we toured our remembered favorites. Lunch at the Roadrunner and ordered an Alaska Banquet of course – my grown up … Continue reading Ocean View