More than a decade ago this page was a crutch as I limped through parenting a lot of kids…and then one day I just stopped writing. I don’t remember why. Maybe I didn’t need it anymore. Or maybe life defeated me in ways I didn’t want to explain and so I just…didn’t.
To see what I’m writing now, click on my SUBSTACK. Follow along. Let’s see where this goes.
Latest Stories
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Our Fearless Leader
This is not going to be well written, of that I am sure. It’s late at night, I’m tired, and I have computer access for just a short time. I apologize ahead of time… The past few weeks have been very stressful. We left behind our 7 bedroom home, moved completely out, cleaned it spotless…
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Just Another Scenic Sunday 8-12-2012
Found a couple of caribou on the side of the road… Attended Salmon Stock at the Kenai Peninsula Fairgrounds… Worked on the floor and wall boards for the cabin…we have almost sawmilled enough boards to finish floor… Moved the chicken/goat house from the old house… Pushed the chicken/goat house into it’s new location… Transported chickens…
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Boys In The Backwoods… »
I don’t remember being covered in bruises, blood and broken skin on a daily basis as a child…perhaps that is the key difference between little girls and little boys. Then again, the way I used to roll my 3-wheeler down every dirt hill within miles, it’s rather surprising I made it through my eleventh year…
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Resurrection Trail — aka Trail Of Terror »
Written summer, 2010…warning…this piece is long…but worth the read (or at least look at the photographs of true Alaska wilderness.) We were eighteen steps down the trail when Anthony announced he had to go to the bathroom. And not the easy one. Blood pressure rising so early in the day, Dan unclipped the boys backpack…
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Against All Odds »
Found in Cooper Landing, Alaska…fighting it’s way thru the asphalt “Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature’s law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet Funny it seems, but keeping it’s dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air Long live the rose that…