What is it about Alaskans when the light returns? Or is it just me? Suddenly I see dust where all winter I saw none. I see piles of clutter where once I just saw my closet. I reach for my credit card almost reflexively as I run to Wal-Mart’s to buy every size and shape of plastic stacking box they sell.
My sister thinks I’m just crazy, especially since we both come from a mother who once scrubbed the spots out of the linoleum in front of her stove and claimed that it was the linoleum that was defective. SheContinue reading →