Prays and good energy to this girl: I’m almost sick with worry over The Beebs tonight. Four chow dogs attacked her while we ran trails Tuesday afternoon. It happened so fast, so unexpectedly. One minute we ran through the Mt. Marathon Bowl, the next two dogs charged my dog. Beebs tried to run and slipped in a hole. […]

Yesteray was my running rest day so I took the dog for a walk on the trail that winds through the Mount Marathon Bowl. I had never taken it before, since I’m usually too busy climbing up the mountain to think about going around it. The footing was icy but not too bad, and as we walked […]

Years ago, I ran track and cross country. When I hurt my knee my second year of college competition, I decided to become a writer. I wore long flowing skirts, stopped brushing my hair and wrote embarrassingly bad poems. I hitchhiked out West. I said things like, “The epiphany equals the mass.” I lived in really bad apartments, […]

And so the sunshine continues. I swear, the difference between looking out the window and seeing sunshine and seeing rain/clouds is enormous in terms of mood, outlook and even energy levels. I have been disgustingly perky lately. Yesterday, after a morning and early afternoon of work (and things are heating up in our Anchorage office–ouch!, glad I’m safely […]

Sunshine over Mt. Marathon. Need I say more?

The clouds lifted and it finally, finally, finally stopped raining today–hooray! But it’s still grayish outside, and misty. Kind of have the blahs today. It’s that time of year. The holidays are over and the light is coming back, but it’s creeping so slowly! (Come back, light, please???) By mid-February the light will be back to […]

Another day of rain. And rain. And even more rain. The dog and I sat inside, waiting for it to let up so that we could run the trails. It got dark instead. So I decided to eat dinner. Then, of course, it stopped raining. By the time my meal had digested, it was 9 […]

A bad day of proofing my novel. One of those days when I’m sure that it’s shit, when every word feels awkward, when reading over what I’ve written makes me feel unsure and self-conscious, the way I used to feel walking the hallways in high school. One of those days when that voice shouts in my head: […]