My husband is an oilfield worker above the Arctic Circle and gone from our lives six months of the year, so more often than not I’m edgy, tired, and going it alone. We live in a fishing village an hour from anything. We buy toilet paper and cereal by the case, haven’t had television channels for nine years, and are regularly chased by moose.
We live life on the edge of civilization where we teeter between our love of modern convenience and the yearning for something long past, a world where neighbors knew your name and a “Friend Request” was eye contact and a smile.
Our kids come to us from other woman’s wombs, carrying baggage most people don’t want to deal with, and plop themselves into our lives every couple of years. Some are lifers, many have moved on…all of them are ours.
So come along on this trip and look at life through my lens.