All the neighborhood children, that’s who. Even the cover of early morning Alaskan darkness couldn’t disguise the pitiful gimping this morning as I stumbled down the driveway, fairly dragging my right leg. It’s karmic payback, no doubt, for all...

After multiple days with the company server out of commission, entire network down, no email or internet access and projects piled to his chin, my husband came up for air to offer this: "We’ve tied a dried corncob to the power pole outside, threaded...

One year ago today, I cracked open the rusty can of unwritten words from the last twelve years and began writing again. Thanks to my sister, Sarah, I started blogging and then found I just couldn't stop. Through the ups and downs of this past year,...

Michael wrote an excellent piece yesterday on the topic of goat-roping ‘tweens in to some semblance of caring about their grades, school work and class time. I read it anxiously, hoping to glean some bit of wisdom that I could quietly unwrap and...