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Each year I find myself more conflicted

I love it when it snows. I love it even more when it snows and I don’t have to go anywhere or do anything but sit in my chair and watch white fluff fall from the sky.

But each year driving in those white out conditions gets harder and each year it seems that Anchorage gets a little slower in plowing the roads so that there is some semblance of a lane available to the human eye.

On Thursday, amidst the first real snow of our season, I drove to my doctor’s office. My appointment was after 11 AM so Continue reading →

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Giving it time is not working

Time has passed and I still feel as though I can never reconcile the presidency of the Orangeman to my belief in America. I cannot look at people who actually voted for him and are proud to admit it the same way I did before the election. And mostly, I have had it with the assholes who keep telling me to get over it and back him because he is our president. This from the same people who announced their one and only goal during the Obama administration was to make Obama a failure. Well folks, it’s like the saying Continue reading →

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My body may never again know

My body may never again know what time it really is. Day and night are upside down. I want to go to sleep at 3PM and awaken at 1 AM.  Most of my friends are not amused when I call to see if they want to go to lunch at 4 AM. When I was younger, this was a whole lot easier. Continue reading →

Columns 2016

Amid the horror, there is reason for hope

Visiting Birkenau and Auschwitz is not something you do on vacation for fun. You do it to bear witness to the millions who died there for no other reason than believing in the wrong god, having the wrong skin color, or loving the wrong person. Wrong, in this context, was defined by the people in power and had nothing to do with any real ethical or moral standards.

It is hard to walk through these death camps and not feel the terror that seems to permeate the very stones of the ground. It is virtually impossible to stand at the Continue reading →

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And now I’m home

My dogs will not move two inches from my side. My birds call every time I walk by, begging for a little scratch on the head and words telling them they are the most beautiful birds in the world. My suitcase is emptied and put away for a long time to come. And I’ll be calling Korean VIP for my takeout tofu stew, my comfort treat on returning home. Life is good. Continue reading →

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Finally going back to where I belong

Don’t know what it is about being an Alaskan, but when I finally get on that Alaska Airlines plane and it heads north, I know I am finally going to where I belong. I really shouldn’t ever leave it for three weeks. I miss my little family. I miss the cold, crisp air. I miss the drivers who think turn signals are for sissies. I miss Korean VIP. I miss curling up in bed at night with my babies by my side, all snuggled in and warm while I play Words With Friends. Fingers crossed that my little family may Continue reading →

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Well that was easier than I thought it would be

Dreaded emptying my suitcase when I got to Judy’s house. Hadn’t really seen the bottom of it for quite awhile. Turns out all I had to do was unzip it and dump the entire contents into her washing machine. Well, except for the chocolate. I saved the chocolate. I  know my crew will be happy to see me when I get back to Bird TLC but they’ll be even happier when I show up with a huge box of chocolate. Continue reading →

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Heading home

Heading home and not one day too soon. Started getting sick yesterday. Am actually rather proud of myself for not getting sick until the last day. Taking antibiotics, drinking lots (water, not vodka!) and longing for my bed and little family. Get to Philly tonight and leave for Alaska on Tuesday. As the kids would say, only three  more sleeps and I can stop living out of a suitcase… and god only knows when I empty it what I might find in the bottom! Continue reading →

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They are really serious about their vodka here

Our tour guide drank five shots with us on the bus from Krakow to Warsaw and never blinked once about it as he explained all the different varieties and why vodka made of wheat will not make you sick like the vodka made of potatoes. Don’t know if that’s true but do know that the whole bus is now aware that I snore when passed out. Continue reading →

Columns 2016

They didn’t think it could happen in Germany either

It took more than a generation after World War II for Germany to teach its children its role in World War II. Now, acknowledgement of the horrors it perpetrated is openly discussed and confronted.

For me, the moment of truth came when I visited a concentration camp/prison in Germany called Terezin. It was not a death camp. There were no ovens, no smell of human flesh burning ever filled the air. But it was a place of great evil where people whose only crime was being Jewish lived as abused animals before being sent to die.

When the camp was Continue reading →