Mr. President

Election season came early to our household, but fortunately student council candidates aren’t allowed to make robo calls.  Instead, they spend copious hours designing posters, writing speeches, and begging for button making machines.  Sam ran for President, and Maggie for Sergeant at Arms. We are so proud of them both!  Maggie didn’t make it to the final round this time, but her disappointment didn’t dampen the … Continue reading Mr. President

I Heart Chugach: Rabbit Lakes

Last week was all about hiking, and the grand finale was an 8.8 round trip hike to Rabbit Lakes.  The more I explore new trails in the Chugach National Forest, the more I understand why so many people slap “I Heart Chugach” bumper stickers on their Subarus. Summers like this make me wonder why the entire planet isn’t migrating to Alaska. There is an infinite … Continue reading I Heart Chugach: Rabbit Lakes

Gratitude 13: Puppy Love

I can’t believe it, but our little girl has a boyfriend. (Don’t worry, I’m not talking about Maggie.  That would warrant counseling, not blogging.) It’s Tess.  Now that she’s 10 months old, I guess she is practically a teenager in dog years. For the past week, our neighbor’s dog has been stopping by around 8:30 each night.  He sits on our front porch and gives … Continue reading Gratitude 13: Puppy Love

More Gratitude: Dry Pavement, First Snow

Today I offer up two strange and seemingly contradictory items of gratitude.  Bear with me. Gratitude #7:  Dry Pavement.  Oh how I miss thee!  This morning I woke at 4:30 AM to nearly a foot of unexpected snow.  I say unexpected because yesterday the kids were roaming the neighborhood without coats, and Clark drove his ’67 Camaro (note:  not a winter vehicle) to the grocery store. I … Continue reading More Gratitude: Dry Pavement, First Snow

Piano Pride

It was 70 degrees outside this past Friday evening – something almost unheard of in Anchorage.  Instead of enjoying the sunshine, our family happily crammed into a narrow church pew at a local Baptist church.  Thirty-five little pianists (most under the age of 10) grew increasingly nervous as they sized up the impressive crowd of parents and grandparents, all armed with digital cameras and iPads. It was show … Continue reading Piano Pride