Gratitude

Gratitude

Gratitude is different than thanks, don’t you think? It’s deeper, like a base layer in the language of appreciation. It’s been snowing and snowing now for most of November. As Chip said today looking out at the heavy flakes falling like mittens as my...
Love Letters

Love Letters

My dad spent the night at my sister’s last night, because they we sort of snowed in with the sudden snow squall  after dinner and it seemed best not to drive down the hill to our house. Chip has gone deer hunting for a few weeks, and had left on the ferry in the...
Courage and Heart

Courage and Heart

I think today is as good as any, to remind you (and me) as my friend Becky says: to be kind, be brave, be thankful. It’s the first blizzard of the year. Papa Bob is snoozing through it. So are all the children in town. It is a snow day. (It’s supposed to...
Screens Home and Away

Screens Home and Away

Sunday morning was spent in a reading room Zoom with Dina Nayeri (The Ungrateful Refugee) and Celeste Ng (Little Fires Everywhere) for the Alaska Quarterly Review’s 40th anniversary benefit series. (I know. I am star struck, too.) They were funny, smart and normal....
An Old Time Feeling

An Old Time Feeling

One joy of these Covid days has been hosting Friday’s Back Country radio show on KHNS, often in the company of my grandaughter Caroline. It’s social, but very distant– since the company we are with are all at home, or work, or maybe in their cars or...
A Writer’s Workout

A Writer’s Workout

We wake up at five- (well, Chip does, that’s when Trixie and Pearl climb on the bed and we nap for 15 minutes or so before joining him.) After coffee with half & half,  quiet talking and listening to the NPR news, he goes to workout above the garage and I...