Even the air smelled different. It had a bitter-sweet smell of fresh garden dirt, mixed with floral dew and sea salt.
My sadness in losing this year's hunt is not limited to filling my freezer. There is a spiritual aspect to the hunt as well.
We grab some dried salmon strips we brought from home, a six-pack, and head on over. It is going to be a long night of halibut stories.
I have always believed that we are privileged with the responsibility of serving one another and living outside of our own lives.
If you are anything like me, it takes a hefty supply of vitamin D tablets and a whole lot of planning or as I like to call it, “quiet time.”
As a pragmatist, it is difficult to explain many of the things that happened during and after our son’s journey through childhood epilepsy.
Mom was more than tough. She was mother, wife, teacher, principal, cook, creative-genius, planner, student, and pilot. She was Alaskan.
As I recall how my husband and I met, I am reminded of the fact that at that time, he was first, and foremost, a soldier.
It was no surprise to me that my new friends wanted to meet at a café after class to “hang-out and share a beer.”
If I want to convey a message of harmony, I need to carefully choose words that compliment the imagery I strive to portray for the reader.