Erica would have turned 48 today. She probably would have spent a quiet evening at home with her family. There would have been a modest number of gifts and most likely a nice dinner. She might have received a visit from her neighbors as well. Continue reading
One night many years ago, I was walking home from work on a cold Anchorage night. I was house sitting for a friend who lived down a long, dark street in southwest Anchorage. It was late in the year, and Jack Frost had settled in for the duration. I was bundled up, but my nose and ears stung slightly from the cold. The night was quiet; I could hear nothing except the crunch of fresh snow under my shoes.
The road I was on was 300 West Klatt. It was little more than a feeder road Continue reading
I’ve had an article nearly completed for about a week, but I can’t finish it. The part that is holding me up is what I call the “heartswell” portion. Continue reading
I was already so drenched that the rain didn’t really matter anymore. Nevertheless, I was pedaling my bicycle full-bore to get to shelter, causing fat drops of rain to hit my face like bullets coming out of a machine gun. Continue reading
Skids Grofsky was visibly upset. He had driven straight to my house from work to discuss a volatile situation that had developed there. Because I hold a partial stake in the company he works for, I speak regularly with the manager. I had already heard the details about the conflict by the time he arrived at the house. Continue reading
The first time I read this verse, my jaw dropped. I had just finished going through an entire week without speaking Continue reading
I’m saying goodbye to the latest spiritual/emotional trough. This last one was so severe that I could accomplish nothing beyond my absolute obligations for several weeks. Continue reading