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
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The Last Time
Graduation time. A perfect time to reblog this post.. With a few edits 🙂
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When my daughter was about eight, my husband said to me, “I don’t remember the last time she rode on my shoulders.” She was too big now. “I didn’t realize the last time I carried her would be the LASTtime.” There are a lot of things like that. A lot of “last times” that sneak up on you.
The last time we brushed her teeth for her or helped her take a bath. Monitoring her closely, making sure she didn’t A) drown and B) Neglect to wash the back of her neck.
The last time we held hands crossing the street or kept one eye on her in a large crowd.
The last time we rushed to school to bring a forgotten lunch or homework.
The last time we helped her zip her coat, tug on mittens or pull a hat down over…
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Stopping for Lunch
While out and about, running errands, Scott and I decided to stop for a lunch date, our energy depleted. We rarely do that, and even more rarely do we stop at The Landing, and if we DO go to the Landing, we usually go upstairs to the pub, not the diner downstairs. But today we … Continue reading Stopping for Lunch
Talking ‘Bout My Generation
Matt, a friend from way-back-when, was passing through town the other day and we found ourselves talking about the "old days." I mean the OLD days. I am talking 3rd grade, 4th grade, you know, the "GOOD old days," the days when we were growing up in a brand-new subdivision on what was then the … Continue reading Talking ‘Bout My Generation
Camping, Finch Family Style
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
Ocean View
(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
