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Sunday’s Thought
It is Epiphany, finally. Don't you think there is a cosmic, even divine message in the sunset on Jan. 6? I just sat and stared. Today it's back to the freezing snowpocolypse and I'm trying not to be too alarmed by the fine snow blowing through my bathroom window, or...
A Quick Note
I have a quiet moment, everyone is still asleep (it is dark at 8:15, so who blames them?) The ice is sort of good on Chilkoot Lake. Two seasoned skaters fell through Thursday night, but lived to post a sign warning of open water, and to skate the next three days. The...
Gold Rush Alaska, Episode III
It was more like a Christmas party than a gathering of TV critics, being Friday night and December 18-- and since the college kids are home and the tree is up. Sarah and the baby were there too, and we took turns holding her. Chip and the guys kept shushing us so they...
Sunday’s Thought
From Anne Sexton's poem, Welcome Morning: So while I think of it, let me paint a thank-you on my palm for this God, this laughter of the morning, lest it go unspoken. The Joy that isn't shared, I've heard, dies young. I apologize for not checking in more recently,...
Let it Slush, or the Lighting of the Fort
This week's Alaska Dispatch column is up, read it here.
Breakfast Chatter
We are making breakfast and planning cookies for later. (Baby Caroline and Sarah slept over, as Brian is in Petersburg with the basketball team.) JJ says, "Butter eggs, sugar, we have chocolate, we need some more peanut butter. Oh, and jam, what else do we need for...