Oct 4, 2018 | Blog
My artist friend Tresham was speaking through his magical puppets in a sing-song voice, one was a mermaid and one was a wild witchy woman named Esmeralda, or maybe she was Margarita? I did hear him say he gives them all a name like that. He was demonstrating a bit of...Sep 26, 2018 | Blog
James Audubon observed, “When the bird and the book disagree, believe the bird.” The book says moose eat the same way giraffes do, with their heads up high, plucking willow leaves, but I watched a cow standing up to her belly in a swamp sucking grasses...Sep 20, 2018 | Blog
These days remain so glorious and full what with running and back forth to moose camp, doing the laundry, cooking, packing the cooler, and starting all over again– and I had two obituaries to write this week in between trips, there’s an assembly meeting...Sep 10, 2018 | Blog
Is it okay to call these glorious, dry, warm Fall days “Indian Summer?,” my friend Teresa asked as we looked around from the top of Mt. Riley the other day. There we were, in shirt sleeves, in September– with dry boots too– She meant if using...Sep 5, 2018 | Blog
I was more than a little apprehensive about my trip to ANWR to begin with. Then my cab from the airport in Fairbanks to the hotel was smashed into just as I was paying the driver. It felt and sounded like there had been an explosion. My driver was an elderly gal who...Sep 4, 2018 | Blog
Who knew? I know I said I was working, and I am, or I was, feverishly to make a deadline on the new book (it’s still looming) but in the meantime I took a raft trip down the Kongakut River in the Eastern corner of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge (ANWR) from...
