Reading the Rain

The past few days, I’ve been hoping for rain. Each day, the unusually warm Alaska sun burning our necks, John and I have been getting the garden ready. We are lucky; the garden at our place already existed. It’s big, and when it became ours it contained an overgrown raspberry patch, a bed of weedyContinue reading “Reading the Rain”

Reading the Yukon: Preparations on the Kenai Peninsula

I confess the saloon / has swallowed our marriage, / Faro taken too dear a price. / In this city, so far from our families, / I have broken promises, / and dishes, and windows. I didn’t think I’d be the kind of man I’ve become, but Nellie, I was on the dock the day the Excelsior / steamed into San FranciscoContinue reading “Reading the Yukon: Preparations on the Kenai Peninsula”

Fighting the Silence: Epistles, Violence, and The World We Used to Live In

The reading challenge continues. By the time I finish these two doozies, I’ll be 10 books closer to the summit of my ‘to be read’ mountain. This might not sound like a lot, but it’s a sixth of my total goal. The year is a quarter of the way over, so I’ve got some catching upContinue reading “Fighting the Silence: Epistles, Violence, and The World We Used to Live In”

Chasing Winter, Reading Fall

Winter still lives in Alaska…just not in the same part of Alaska where I live, apparently. The past two weekends I’ve been chasing the snow. Travel has been good for restlessness, my habitual Spring companion. It’s also been good for my mind, which tends toward the melancholy in late winter. At home, the ground isContinue reading “Chasing Winter, Reading Fall”