My Old Friend
I recently got to visit my old friend. She’s now in the winter of her life–an incredibly long and giving life. I first met her when I was ten. We’d just moved and I was lonely and in need of a confidant. She aptly filled the bill. She was much taller than I, so I’d climb up and sit. She’d wrap her arms around me and listen without judgment.
Late summer nights, when I’d be at the height of my … Read More








I know I’m preaching to the choir here, but this kind of thing drives me nuts. Recently, there was an article in the Anchorage Daily News about a wolf named Romeo who had become a regular visitor to the lake in town. As often happens when people have a love for wild animals, they want to get close. They want to have their own personal experience. But the ways in which people do this can spell trouble for themselves and …