The Hunt for the Northern Lights
Every once in a while I look up, and I’m reminded that I live in Alaska. That reminder may come in the form of a …
Every once in a while I look up, and I’m reminded that I live in Alaska. That reminder may come in the form of a …
“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 …
Small Plane Culture: My son Anders and I are on a small propeller plane returning to the Peninsula from Anchorage where Anders just got braces. …
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 …
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 …
The dead moose is a twisted heap on the side of the highway. He is huge, maybe 900 pounds. Looking at him you have to ask; …
Jay Leno finally spots my husband in the second row. It had just been a matter of time. He stops searching the audience and points. “Hello …
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