Hi. This is Blue and Blondie. We are writing this for mom because she refuses to get out of bed. She just lies there muttering something about the cold and that people should be allowed to hibernate like bears. Can’t quite catch all she says but every time we wag our tails and make a breeze in her vicinity she yells something about her old bones freezing and pulls the covers up over her head. We are worried about her.
Rumor has it that she once lived in Barrow which, according to what our doggy senses tell us, is way
Their love should be recognized
A very dear friend of mine recently got some bad news. She’s ill. Very ill. The kind of ill that involves hospitals in the lower 48, chemotherapy and a lot of fervent prayers.
My friend is an amazing woman who generates deep love and affection in anyone who takes the time to know her. She and her partner raised two beautiful young ladies, the kind of young people who give hope for the future.
Her partner would like to stay with her during the next month while she’s in a hospital so far away. That’s not too surprising considering that
It’s reaching that point of winter
By the time I put on the extra socks and the boots with the metal things on the bottom, put on a t-shirt, a sweat shirt, a polar fleece liner, my parka, a scarf and my gloves, I feel as though I’ve already done all my exercise for the day. The walking just seems extraneous. Yep. I’m ready for spring please.
My mother is looking down and laughing
I lost my checkbook in my office for over 30 minutes after having it in my hands and putting it down without ever having left my office. That either says something about the state of my mind or the state of my office.
A thought from 3 AM
If no one likes black jelly beans, why do they still make them?
Happy Birthday, Emily
Since I didn’t remember to get a card in time, the next best way to tell you happy birthday is through this wonder of modern communication. So happy birthday to one of the most beautiful young ladies it has ever been my privilege to know. And a big kiss for Rhodes.
Am I the only one who doesn’t remember ads before
I guess Don Young must be running scared because I never remember him running ads like he’s running in the papers now. And honestly, I find they make me feel dirty. Does Don really think we can tell when he is sucking up to us? Paying attention because he might lose his cushy job in DC helping Florida developers? Suddenly we’re important because we might vote for someone else. Yet I’ve always felt that for years now he’s just taken Alaskan support for granted and not viewed it as something he needed to really work for. Maybe that’s why his
Give me a good old agnostic any day!
I’m honestly tired of religion being the litmus test in this country to get nominated for political office. Religion should be the litmus test for becoming a religious leader. I personally would like my next president to be an agnostic or atheist so it won’t even be an issue. I mean, it’s not like having religion means that any of these leaders has morals or ethics. In fact, the more religious, it seems to me, the more egregiously repugnant their personal behavior is. So give me a good old fashioned agnostic who doesn’t claim to get his or her morals
There has to be a way to break the cycle
I wrote a column a few weeks ago about pseudo-families. State and federal rules require social workers to try to reunite these dysfunctional families when children have been removed from them despite the fact that healing something that never existed is darn near impossible. I had a very interesting e-mail response to that column that struck me as even more pertinent after reading about the sex trafficking trial currently happening in Anchorage.
The trial is about whether or not the accused was prostituting the girls who lived in his house, paying them in drugs and periodically beating or abusing them.
Am I the only one?
I want to see the pictures and performances nominated for awards this year. So I rented Eastern Promises. I spent a good deal of the movie with my hands over my eyes. No Country for Old Men seems to be at about the same level. As does Sweeny Todd. Seems like the only movie I won’t have to sit through with my hands over my eyes is Juno. Does this mean I’m too old to be relevant? Too old to appreciate great performances squeezed into bloodied scenes of extreme grossness? Am I the only one who wishes that filmmakers would