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A Little Sept. Post Card
September is busting out all over. The good news is the bears are feeding on salmon in the river and look fat and happy, and that other hungry bear has not returned to the cabin, but Trixie still won't come inside. Also, we have had no Covid updates since last week,...
The Power of Kindness
Yesterday I was reading Roger Rosenblatt's Making Toast, a family story about when his 38 year old daughter died suddenly of a weird undetected heart defect, and how he and his wife moved in with her husband to help care for her three young children. It's spare and...
“Uncle Ted” Stevens and Grandma Jo
Chip's mother, Grandma Jo, is here, and she has been watching Fox News. (We have all been following the story of Ted Stevens' fatal crash. ) Grandma Jo and I love each other, so don't talk politics much. Okay, not at all. But she was happy that I wrote this piece in...
Firecracker Season
I love August. I love the lushness of it, and knowing that it is the last hurrah before winter makes it even sweeter. I love the overgrown bushes, the fish and the berries, and the flowers spilling out of the crowded window boxes. I love the bolting chard in the...
Cans and Canning
Yesterday morning I looked out the window and saw water spurting and my son and husband shoveling frantically. "What's that?" I hollered. "Turn off the washing machine," my husband said, "now!." A few minutes later when I got outside and checked the damage for myself...
Of Moose and Men
Well, of one moose and one man on a bicycle-- my husband. We were out for our morning ride along the Haines road next to the Chilkat River. There was fog, and no real wind to speak of. There had been a brown bear in the neighborhood the night before, and rumors of...
Papa Bob Made It Across
Yes, Papa Bob swam the Hudson River, and is alive to tell about it. (Although he hasn't told me.) My sister Kathleen emailed that he made it, even with his wet suit on backwards and goggles filled with river water. That's all I know. In Haines, it was another...