Well, it finally happened. Among my many, many rejection letters I found (gasp!) an acceptance. Wild Violet Magazine wishes to publish “The Second to the Last Time.” It’s a prose poem with a killer ending (or at least that’s my humble opinion) and the editor said that it really spoke to her. So that’s one… Read More Poetry acceptance, and lots of Tucson love
When my son was young one of his favorite books was “If You Give a Moose a Muffin,” probably because moose often wandered into our yard. It’s a common occurrence here in Anchorage and sometimes I forget that most people don’t experience such things, that what we perceive as ordinary, people in other parts of… Read More If you give a moose crab apples
When my partner woke me up yesterday, at a ridiculously late hour (because I had stayed up all night writing again, you see), I ran downstairs, grabbed my camera and excitedly began shooting. Because, really, is there anything cuter than baby moose? There was another calf around too but it was behind the woodpile and… Read More Wordless Wednesday: Baby moose in the yard
It’s almost fall up here in Alaska. Which means that the moose are moving around more, eager to snatch up the last of the green leaves/shoots/brush before the oh-so-cold and oh-so-dark winter slams down upon us. There are a few moose that frequent our neighborhood. We see them when we walk the dog and run… Read More Moose on the loose
Moose appear in my writing a lot. They are such a large part of life up here, and we see them everywhere: In our yards and while driving down the street, in grocery story parking lots, on the trails, at the park and even in school playgrounds. This mama moose visited our yard a few… Read More More moose
