Aug 15, 2010 | Blog
At the community picnic celebrating our town’s centennial, I saw John Schnabel (he celebrated 90 years himself earlier this year.) He looked well and was very happy to be there. A little while later, over salads and hamburgers, his daughter Debra told me that...Aug 14, 2010 | Blog
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...Aug 10, 2010 | Blog
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...Aug 7, 2010 | Blog
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...Aug 7, 2010 | Blog
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...Aug 3, 2010 | Blog
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...
