Month: April 2022

Ethel is three years old this week.  I find it difficult to believe anything I’ve written has been read by other people and has found traction for this length of time.  Over the hours spanning the COVID pandemic, I have been using this platform to relate how absurd and annoying…

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I’ve heard native Alaskans have several words for snow.  They’ve seen so much of the stuff they can ascertain subtle differences in the quality of those bits of white coming from the sky.  We in the lower 48, might be able to tell powdery snow (good for skiing) from wet…

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