outdoors

I’m not at all a Seinfeld fan, and this is really the only line I cite from that series. As a drug and alcohol counselor with homeless addicts, I talk a lot with my clients about serenity and what it means for them and their recovery. Many of them live in the streets, of course, and so finding peace at all is near impossible.  Read More »

On the drive to the farm we pass a few usual sights. The cow, fence, cow, "OO OO BARN," cow, fence, cow ruetine. The little chapel. The field with random trenches that thousands of stories have been told from. The yard that you have to wonder if another car could ever fit in. The amazing shake stop where ALL the locals hang out at night. Then the hill down to the gravel road up to the farm.  Read More »

Today I witnessed my first Iditarod race. Jeff King led the over 60 mushers into Unalakleet, AK (a checkpoint on the way from Anchorage to Nome) at which the winner receives $2,500 in gold pieces. Lance Mackey (last year's winner) was close behind. At this point, the mushers have been going for 674 miles - unbelievable!  Read More »

I miss my childhood.

I remember always being outside and with friends, just roaming around the neighborhood looking for something to do. We use to play baseball, soccer, kickball, and even tag at like 9:30 p.m. before the town curfew. My friends and I were always climbing trees and running around pretending we were superheros and searching for the villans at the park.  Read More »