Mid-Life Musings
A couple of years ago, I was at the hair salon explaining to my 20-something-year-old stylist why we were moving from Colorado all the way …
A couple of years ago, I was at the hair salon explaining to my 20-something-year-old stylist why we were moving from Colorado all the way …
“The Hunt” Act I: “It’s not at the restaurant,” my husband Mark says, starting to panic. He had used my cell to inquire about his …
The Safeway cashier has stopped scanning my groceries. She stands staring just past my right shoulder at nothing. Her eyes are filled with tears. “I’m …
The other evening my husband Mark and I were on a peaceful stroll when we came across this we shoot to kill sign. A not …
Things are thawing out here in Alaska. I’d say we are just a day or two away from being able to extract my son’s homework …
Week 1 at a New School: A Rocky Start My 13-year old son Anders had just started at his new middle school. I was there …
It is dark as night and 14 below zero on this winter morning in Alaska, and I’m driving my son to school. There are no …