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Of Bears and Burglars
So, we hiked up to the cabin to set up a tree stand for moose hunting and found that a bear had broken in the night before ( we are pretty sure, as we had been up there earlier in the week, and it had rained and the bear dragged in a lot of mud.) It was a shock. It...
“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...
Of Fair Ladies Fish & Men
It is a good thing I got to work in the hospice booth, since I don't have a swirly skirt, a hoola- hoop, or sparkles in my hair. "You could," JJ said, showing me hers. She suggested silver strands of tinsel for my graying hair. Still, even on my bad knee I managed to...