Breath and Bones: Memoir Excerpt #4
By mid May, there is no refreezing of melt water in the villages far north of the Brooks Range. Yet on one spring visit to Kaktovik, an Inupiat village […]
memoir
Cabin Notes #1
This morning a half moon hangs in the sky. I take my walk along the river at around 10 am, when the sun breaches the horizon. The river is consumed
Consciousness has its own Coherence
I’m in the process of writing my memoirs of the last thirty years living in Alaska, which is an adventurous task (I took my first job out of graduate school
By Way of the Horse
At the age of 52, with no prior interest in horses, I propelled myself into the local horse world with over-the-top enthusiasm. This was several plus years ago and at
Impermanence, or Memoir Note #2
Nothing changes. The bones of the mammoth are still in the earth. -Adrienne Rich As I was reaching for the sweet potatoes this evening at dinner, I glimpsed my hand