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Why?

Why do I have to listen to endless droning about Hillary’s pantsuits and their colors and cut but nothing about Barack’s sartorial style?

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Columns 2008

Parenting by guilt and fear…not an altogether bad thing

I’m guessing that when I was in high school there were educational institutions where senior pranks occurred. After all, the tradition had to start somewhere. But I can tell you for sure where it stopped. It stopped at the front door of Holy Spirit High School. It was stopped there by the mere presence of the sisters and priests who ran the school. It was stopped there by the mere thought of parental reaction to anything that would damage the school. It was stopped there, ultimately, by sheer fear.

My parents had no problem using fear as a tool in

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Another senior moment

I went out and did some grocery shopping. Came back, unpacked the car, had lunch, spoke with a friend. Then decided it was time to go get the clothes from the dryer. But the clothes weren’t in the dryer. I must have emptied them already and forgotten. So I went back upstairs. Only later, when I went to grab my freshly washed shirt, it wasn’t on the hanger. So I went back downstairs and stood there stupidly staring into the laundry room wondering where it went. Then, on a silly impulse, I opened the washer. And there were all my

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One Wing

One Wing died this weekend. He was the heart and soul of Bird TLC, the wild bird rehab center here in Anchorage. He came here from the Exxon Valdez oil spill with a grim diagnosis. He defied the odds and lived with us for almost twenty years. He was the kind of bald eagle that had all the dignity we would want to associate with out national bird, and quite a bit of the goofyness that we cannot escape as part of our national character. In my head, he is now soaring again, both wings in place as they should

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Why do we do these things

Went down the hallway to the garage.  Pulled on the doorknob and it fell off in my hand. I stood there staring at it for a minute, then pushed it back it, twisted it a little, and then pulled it again. Surprise. It came out in my hand again. I did that at least four times before I was convinced that it wasn’t going to magically reattach. Why do we do these things when we already know the outcome? Oh wait. Oh god. Please don’t tell me I’m the only one who does….

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It will never get old

I’m sitting here working on my column when a large brown bulk passes my office window. It’s the neighborhood moose come to pee and poop on my lawn and then eat the neighbor’s tree. I stop writing and run to the front to watch the moose nibble and wander in the circle until she is finally out of sight.  I will never tire of this. It just makes the whole day a little brighter.

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I could not be more proud

Alaska finally makes history. Thanks to our lone congressman, Don Young, the US Senate has voted to ask the Justice Department to open a criminal investigation into one of his myriad earmarks. This is the first time in US history that the Senate has voted to have a criminal investigation of a House member. Alaska and its congressman are now officially a footnote in US history. I could not be more proud.

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Columns 2008

Taking a spring walk

Two of my favorite times of the year in Anchorage are spring before the mosquitoes come and fall after they’re gone.  I can daydream to my heart’s content while walking, knowing nothing is sucking my blood while I’m not paying attention.

So there I was recently, dogs in tow, wandering the back woods of South Anchorage, mentally singing about April showers bringing May flowers. I’ll grant you that in Anchorage April showers might be snow instead of rain, and the flowers come closer to July than May, but you get the picture.  I wandered and daydreamed and listened to the

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Artichokes

Really, who in the hell was the first person to look at them and think that they might be edible once you got passed all the prickly parts? And what came first, melting butter or cooking artichokes? What would you use on them if you didn’t have melted butter? …Assuming that in the past, Ranch dressing was not a staple of most primitive societies.

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