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.
Halloween in Anchorage meant costumes worn over bulky snowsuits. It meant cold, snowy, moonless nights trick-or-treating in our protected little neighborhood. The big question was always, would there be snow? Halloween was homemade costumes. My siblings and I were hobos once. Eyebrow pencil stubble on our chins, gel in our hair and then tousled, oversized … Continue reading Trick-or-Treat
When one of the girls came home with lice I was horrified! Just horrified. My entire childhood and the first ten years as a parent I had never heard of a single case. I knew there was such a thing, but I had never seen a louse before. Had never known anyone that had one … Continue reading Serendipity of the Itchy Kind
My mind swirled with the prompt today. Exceptional. So many things popped in my head, but one kept surfacing and resurfacing and that is the many exceptional teachers I have worked with over the years. And of those exceptional teachers, one kept floating to the top. Celia E. You see, I was a new, brand … Continue reading To Trekkie or Not to Trekkie
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
It was stunning to lose David Bowie, and shocking to lose Prince, but somehow the death of Tom Petty just seems worse! I guess, unlike the other two, Tom Petty never "reinvented himself." He was always "real." He could have been your buddy. That angular, skinny kid with stick straight hair and overbite. He was … Continue reading Among Wildflowers
My latest project? Writing a family history. When I was a child my grandfather would tell wonderful stories about my ancestors. There was a wall of photos in the hallway, dozens and dozens of them. We would walk down the hall and he would talk about each one, breathing life into those old photos. Relatives … Continue reading What I Have Learned. What I Have Yet to Learn.
When I was seven or eight years old, my grandfather “saved” me, at least to my seven or eight year old mind it felt that way. It must have been the late sixties because Randy was pretty little. We were on a road-trip, a camping road-trip and we were headed to the Yukon. Our destination … Continue reading Becoming a Hero
Day one. The buses are pulling out of the parking lot, I turn off the lights, lock my door and stagger out to the car. I call my husband and uttered, "Pizza. Pizza and wine." Once home, my head hits the couch and I fall asleep. But in spite of how exhausting it is, I … Continue reading Day One
It was my daughter's senior year of high school and her ballet company was planning their trip to New York. The New York trip is a BIG deal! We live on an island in Alaska, about as far away as you can get. The fundraising took two years and was all-consuming, so yeah, it was … Continue reading In a New York Minute