the Nixionary

Yesterday, I was walking through the woods in Anchorage, half trying to get lost, half thinking about how bad it would hurt to be stomped to death by a moose, when I came around a quiet corner and landed smack in the middle of a huge beach party. Men turned burgers on [...]

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I’m in Seattle, waiting to get to Sitka. I have six hours to people-watch or drink in the airport bar. I’m holding off til at least 5 to get a glass of wine. I’ve already had the PB&J my mom made, a bag of Vic’s popcorn, and a Freshens frozen yogurt–the kind they used to [...]

Being away from blogging for a few months, then hopping back on the bandwagon, is not like riding a bike. There are considerations. What do I tell Tom, first of all? How do I recap? What if I’m bad at this now? Are a bandwagon and a bike in the same sentence mixed metaphors? Too [...]

I’ve written about this before, the strange thing that happens to me some mornings in Sitka. It only happens when Luke has already left in the rain. He says goodbye from the doorway where the water comes down like a curtain onto wet stones, and I fall back asleep. When I wake up, a few [...]