The last couple months, I’ve been following Emily Freeman’s prompts to look back over the one that just ended. I managed to delete that email this time, so I’m making it up. something I learned May was rough. Especially the last little bit. I was asked why I follow the news so closely when it …
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spring in Alaska: a photo essay
Spring hits Alaska all at once and I love it. This year, I decided document it for a few days: Thursday, May 7, 2020 Friday, May 8, 2020 Saturday, May 9, 2020 Sunday, May 10, 2020 Monday, May 11, 2020 This is five days of the same leaves on the same couple of backyard trees. …
Katherine turns eight
Hey, K. You are spectacular. I really love seeing you grow. This morning, you and I went for a run. (You were on rollerblades.) We had gotten about a mile and a half into our 2.5 mile loop and you started snagging dandelions. I’d run, you’d stop in a glorious yellow patch for a few …
gentle deconstruction
I have foundation issues. Not the kind ThirdLove or Spanx can help me with; I mean like actual cement foundation. Our house is built on permafrost. (Non-Alaskans: permafrost is where the ground is frozen year-round below the surface unless you build something on top of it, in which case it melts and gets unstable. This, …
YOU’RE THE WORST—guest post at Kindred Mom
Hey, friends! That time again—my essay is up on the Kindred Mom site. You can go there to read the whole thing or read on for a bit of it. She was standing in her partly-open doorway, leaning slightly forward at the waist, fists balled, arms locked and sticking out a bit behind her, yelling. …
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finding anticipation
“I really miss having things to look forward to.” I was chatting with a friend this morning about the little stuff we miss. I’m beginning to realize how much I need to have things on the horizon. Maybe a trip next winter or even just a trip to Anchorage with Andrew that doesn’t get cancelled. …
a look back at April
Well, April is over. I can’t say I’m mad about it. As with last month, I’m borrowing Emily Freeman‘s questions to look backwards, because it’s time to put out a post and I don’t have much else. And, again, I’m rearranging it so it ends on something fun. (I read On Being Mortal by Atul …
photo essay: quarantine, day whatever
Quarantine, day who-the-heck-knows: I spent this day looking for light, both literal and metaphorical. This collection looks to me like a really random mix of images, but it’s just my life, from the cheery morning light reminding me to fold laundry to an unplanned trip out of the house alone. This set of images misses …
big and little grief
This weekend is my favorite every year. Andrew and I get to drop the kids off at Mom and Dad’s, drive to Anchorage on Thursday, spend all of Friday setting up a stage and sound (and I spend my whole day taping cords to red-and-gold carpet with wide, burgundy-colored duct tape), followed by the first …
looking for hope
Buried. That’s the word I used tonight to describe myself to a friend in a Marco Polo message I meant to send a week ago as a check-in but simply could not. This isn’t the first time I’ve used the word, and it’s not necessarily quarantine-specific. It’s been a year or more since I told …
grace enough 