The headline on MSN reads, “Minister’s wife confused”. Well, first of all she’s his widow now, not his wife. And secondly, what’s to be confused about. She shot him. Duh!
The fine art of writing…from Alaska Women Speak Spring 2006
Here’s the thing about writing. Given the chance, I can be distracted by something as simple as a dust mote falling. That’s all I need to know that I should clean the house before I can continue my assignment so that my allergies don’t flare up while I’m working. And if my creativity is not exactly flowing easily by then, that dust mote could also mean that I need to clean my garage, my yard, my neighborhood and my city. But honestly, I eventually will get back to the task at hand…whatever that might have been.
Anyhow, as I was
My heart breaks a little at a time
Mr. T now wants to be carried for some of our daily walk. For 14 years we have walked three miles a day in every kind of weather condition from 30 below on the tundra outside of Barrow to 80 above on a hot summer day in Anchorage. He always liked the cold best. Now, as spring is arriving and the snow is melting, his back legs seem to be getting weaker. He can make most of the walk but towards the end, if I pick him up for the uphill part of the journey, he doesn’t fight or get
My parents may have had Sinatra but…
In my childhood, Sinatra was the epitome of the Italian boy made good. Today, the Italians of my generation have George Clooney. If he ever ran for president – and he should – I think I would finally move out of my lethargy and into my sixties active mode. Meanwhile, I’ll just enjoy looking at him. Way to go, Italian boy.
Am I the only one….
Am I the only one who, when buying a Barry Manilow CD, pretends she’s buying it for someone else?
Had that dream again
Had that dream again about the captain of Serenity. I don’t know his name and don’t want to because if I did, I’d feel obligated to send him a note of apology for being possibly the dirtiest old lady he will ever have the privilege of knowing…if only in her dreams.
March Madness Alaska style
My house is full of Barrow people down for the state basketball championships. Barrow boys lost but the Barrow girls are still in the scramble for the title. So the excitement continues and I can’t turn a corner in town without seeing a familiar face from home down for the games. Meanwhile, poor Mr. T cowers on the stairs afraid to navigate the downstairs sitting room to get to his office pillow because the room is occupied by three wonderful but active young boys and their dad and Mr. T is just not sure at all that this is safe
Please god make it stop
For some reason yesterday I thought of the song “It’s A Small World” and now I can get it out of my mind. It repeats and repeats and repeats. I try to drown it out with Jimmy Buffet but within seconds the refrain reasserts itself right over the words, “Why don’t we get drunk and screw?” – which, for those of you unaware of this fact, was the official love song of my ex-husband…which may have something to do with why he’s my ex. Oh, look at that. The song is gone. Now you have it. Blessed relief.
The current mayoral campaign has yet to see me reaching for a gun
It will come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I hold a particularly low opinion of political campaigns. I must confess, though, that the current campaign for Anchorage mayor has captured my heart because it is currently producing the only hot air to be found here this month.
I know political campaigns are critical to our democracy. And god knows there is no alternative out there for a “political campaign free” form of government that is in any way attractive to me. But that doesn’t mean I have to love the oft times messy process that we
While watching TV last night…
While watching TV last night I realized I could literally sense my brain cells screaming and dying from lack of anything that would feed them. Thank god the Daily Show came on and saved me from total meltdown.