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I grew up in a world of “confirmed bachelors” and “spinsters”. While some of those people might truly have been no more nor less than that, for many those titles were the closet in which they hid their true identity from the world. They had to hide. They were gay. They were gay at a time when openly expressing their love to their partner could land them a jail sentence or cause them to lose their job or housing.

That all started to change in the 1960s when the gay community and their transgendered brethren decided to stand up for

But the current crop of GOP presidential candidates actually makes one long for the days of Dubya 2 who, by comparison, seems almost reasonable.

According to a column in Sunday’s ADN, you have to vote no on Prop 5 (providing gay, lesbian and transgendered persons in Anchorage with the same equal rights as all others enjoy) because Jesus defined marriage as between a man and a woman. Yet in that same quote Jesus says that what god hath joined together, let no man put asunder. So how come all these Christian churches allow divorce? Or do they just follow the parts of Jesus’ teachings that they find convenient to their already preconceived prejudices? 

I geared up all my strength, clenched my teeth tightly and stormed the bastions of our mercantile world – i.e. Kohl’s and JCP – in my every other year, do or die, all my clothes are now rags, shopping trip. As I looked at the faces of the others in the store and realized none of them looked like they wanted to burst into tears as I did, nor did any look like their faces were quite as grim as mine, it occurred to me that perhaps, just perhaps, this problem I have with shopping goes a bit deeper than

Sit Rick, Newt and Mitt down in a room and feed each of them two pot brownies. Wait 60 minutes. Let the debate begin.

An Olive Garden just opened in town and people in Anchorage are raving about it which says, I think, all that needs to be said about the quality of Italian restaurants in Anchorage and Alaskans’ general understanding of what real Italian food tastes like.

Thank god for Orso’s. And thank god Anchorage does Asian and Mexican as well, if not better, than most of the lower ‘48.

I think the snow has finally frozen my brain. 

As a friend and I walked and enjoyed the sunshine of last weekend in Anchorage, the talk turned to plans she and her husband have for their future when they retire… a reality that is rushing up faster than most of us baby boomers ever imagined it would. She asked me what my retirement dream was. I allowed as how I really didn’t have one. I thought about that talk on and off for the next day and realized that the reason I don’t have any dream retirement plans is because I am so very happy and content with my

I get up late on a Sunday morning, feed the birds, pour coffee and flop into my big chair to sip my last cup of coffee while eating breakfast from a dish balanced on what had once been my rib cage in front of the TV. And there they are… perfect little hard bodied young women with figures I never imagined I could possess even in my wildest fantasies. And I look down at the old bathrobe covering the midriff bulge and belly that shakes like jelly and… well, suddenly the day does not seem as wonderful as it had