I have on occasion been told by my friends that I look at my husband with “Nancy Reagan eyes”. You know the look; the look she gave Ronnie in practically every picture. Apparently I do that too. That look.While some cynics might think...
This morning as I sipped my first cup of coffee, I scrolled through my Instagram feed. There was the usual fare of selfies, cute pets, and talented art, but my eye fell on a video from the BBC about the Zaatari refugee camp in Jordan, where...
Today’s trip to Willow is brought to you by my need to see a dentist. Talkeetna’s village clinic has a lovely dentist named Dr. Bill, who is especially good with kids (he has been known to dress up as the tooth fairy, tutu and all), but...
It has been a really harsh Winter this year, folks. Please don’t bother coming at me with anecdotal tales of that one Winter in nineteen ninety-something where the snow was 30 feet high, or that one time in the eighties it got so cold even the...
Happy February! All the females in my family are born in February. My grandmother on the 20th, my mother the 28th, mine is the 24th, an Polaris is the 25th. Coincidence?
Oh, you lucky duckies! Today you get to hop on the tractor with me and maintain the road. I woke up to a fresh helping of “The White Shit” this morning. There is a road under there somewhere…There is a car under there...
Yesterday, John treated the children to a lunch out at Hacienda in Wasilla en route to the orthodontist. My two oldest children made a big mistake. Several actually. Their first mistake was to try and eat the raw jalapeño peppers that came with...
What do Paul of Tarsus, Catherine the Great, Queen Victoria, Voltaire, H.P. Lovecraft, Jean-Paul Sartre, Anais Nin, and J.R.R. Tolkien all have in common? They were all prolific letter writers. Writing letters is an art. There is something very...
It was Spring (or Breakup, as we Alaskans call it), years ago, when we bought our home in Talkeetna. When the lower 48 has seeds sprouting and grass growing, we have mud. Lots and lots of mud. Breakup is when all the Winter’s snow melts and...
I suffer from anxiety. I have suffered from anxiety for as long as I can remember. I have many early memories, and all of them are of me being anxious. There aren’t many pictures of me as a child, mostly because I “ruined” most of them by frowning...