Tales of the 10th West Irregulars

"I am so sorry for you. How are you doing?" she says, squinting in the light filtering through the canopy of green leaves shading ...

The road makes us laugh. The way it heaves, buckling at the ice below. It splits and curls like white caps. Welcome to the edge of the Alask...

  Last July, I stopped writing here. The final post was about how a man with an overflowing bucket of entitlement and anger had frightened m...

I don't want to be up at 4:30AM making coffee.  I don't want to hike that trail. I don't want to be so in love with what I ha...

First of all please try to trust me when I say YOU CAN DO THIS.  You can teach your kids from home.   I promise.  What you probabl...

My calendar stops on March 14th, the week before the State Meet. The reds blues, and greens mark my work schedule and Beach's work sch...

The thing about depression for me is the shift in the horizon line.   It's like you are traveling along on flat ground with everyb...