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.
I woke up yesterday to a lovely, sunny, fall day. Those are few and far between here in our rainy little corner of the world. While drinking coffee and enjoying the view, my husband spotted a whale in the narrows. So there we were, on the deck, air chilly, coffee cup warming our hands watching … Continue reading A Perfect Day