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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Lost In Translation
(If you’ve seen the animated movie, “UP”, you’ll enjoy this. If not, it might be really pointless to read!) Today we sat in our attorney’s office with our ten year old son, preparing him for his upcoming adoption hearing. The attorney sat across the large desk from the small boy, Dan and I on either…
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Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig
We crested the hill just before our driveway in the backwoods of Alaska after six months traveling in the lower 48 and my girls jumped from the truck nearly before we could come to a stop. “Let us out to run,” they said, these teenage girls we’d dragged to the big city to see another…
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Meanwhile, Back At The Ranch…
Today on Johnson Lake I think often of this site…ideas for improvement flitting through my head, one-liners jotted down in yellow notebooks, good intentions paving the road to nowhere. And then life slams me back into reality as the land of the midnight sun has us attempting to complete a year worth of work in…
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Life…and Death…on a Farm
We were lounging in the cabin Saturday evening, arguing over whether MASH dvds were worth generator fuel, when my husband stood to stretch, glanced out the window, and bolted for the door yelling, ‘The dogs have the goats!” He supermanned off the front porch, shoeless, while I screamed at the dogs in my most commanding…
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FISH! FISH! FISH!
For many Alaskans, “summer” means three things for sure…fish, fish and fish! We dip, catch, and net fish…we clean, cut, can, freeze and smoke fish…we eat fish, love fish and sometimes we smell like fish. At least Destini does after logging over 136 hours at the processing plant in the past two weeks. She smells…