It’s been almost four years since we moved to the 49th state, and as a family we have not had the opportunity to visit the mainland. During this time I have missed our family and friends.
It’s Thanksgiving holiday season, time to gather around the table, eat turkey or tofurkey (trust me, it’s not as good as it sounds) and give thanks to the treasures and fortunes of the past year.
My family and I have spent the past week visiting family all over the South. Coming from Alaska they all have lots of questions. Do we live on the tundra? Have I met Sarah Palin? Is life up there really like it is depicted on reality television?
The letter arrived in March. I was summoned for jury duty. The timing could not have been worse. I would have a small baby the week I had been assigned.
Less than two weeks and the torture can end. I am so over political campaign ads. I have had to give up watching the news broadcasts because I cannot take the political ads. If only I could give up talk radio as easily. Even my Facebook feed is sprinkled with ads telling me how my vote should go on November 4.
Anchorage voters have the opportunity to repeal AO 37 during the Nov. 4 election by voting no on Municipal Proposition No. 1. As Anchorage’s former police and fire chiefs, we strongly urge you to vote no.
I grew up in rural Alaska, surrounded by drugs and alcohol. I didn’t come from a troubled home or a broken community. Still, growing up in Eagle and Cordova, I encountered drugs and alcohol like many Alaskans do — frequently.
My family loves Legos. This is noticeable as soon as you walk through the front door of our house. Our sunroom has been dubbed the Lego room. When we first moved in the house the Legos fit nicely in a corner. That was before I decided that Legos were the perfect toy. Instead of buying lots of different toys to clutter up our home I concentrated on just adding to the Lego collection.
Wow, this autumn weather has been too good to be true. It will be over soon, I know, but until then I plan on soaking up every last minute of short-sleeve weather. The idea of burdening my shoulders with a bulky down coat is disheartening. Winter carries its own special beauty, but I prefer my beauty a little bit warmer.