On my flight returning from Ketchikan to Alaska on September 19, I am asked: “So where’s home?” A very kind gentleman asked from seat 22C. We had a seat between us, which he commented was[…]
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But How Small Is This Town?, Conversations in Alaska | 4 of 50
Ketchikan has vacuum-shrunk-and-sealed to the size of a small hamster wheel, fishbowl of gossip and once you spawn, EVERYBODY GON’ KNOW ‘BOUT IT. I, personally, do not speak from experience on that situation. I have[…]
Body. Conversations in Alaska, 9 of 50
She wailed, I listened. She lost weight in the last two years and her body is a completely different one. She’s noticed, unmistakeably, that her friends, strangers, opposite sex, and her own family hold her[…]
“September is breaking my heart!”: Conversations in Alaska, 8 of 50
September 1st rolled around and you could feel it in the air: realization, regret. It’s winding down and the excursions you hoped to take, the hike you were supposed to do and the post you[…]
“If Anyone Has Seen My Green Sweater!” | Conversations in Alaska, 10 of 50
“I literally have a crush on everyone!” “Meatpie. That’s a meatpie alright.” “I could be swayed on that one but I’m not wearing a ring from anyone until we both get the big snip.” “Copper[…]
Nana’s Ring, Conversations in Alaska: 11 of 50
“Okay Natalie” Aunt Sherri says as she flits around the hotel room in her pajama suit, juggling four things at a time like she’s rushed but can’t decide which thing to do first. She randomly interjects:[…]
“I need you to think through your body” Conversations in Alaska: 13 of 50
My dear Ketchifriend sits on my kitchen stool. It’s the best stool of the 4, if you ask me. She unfolds this story like a palette of knives, one right after the other. Her roommate[…]
Respect at the Clan House, Conversations in Alaska: 15 of 50
Brie, Claire and I borrowed Ria’s car and drove to Saxman Native Village. Some googling will tell you that Saxman has authentic replicas of original totem poles, 25 in all, that help Ketchikan boast the totem[…]
Til the Last Drip | Leaving the Rainforest, 1
I’m not one for schmaltz. Who Am I Kidding. I am one for Schmaltz. You know the scene in The Sound of the Music (the lovely film) when Julie Andrew’s Maria is dancing with the[…]
Bear, Conversations in Alaska: 16 of 50
JT comes in from his tri-nightly cigarette break. He is in his 40s, originally from Kodiak, wears house slippers and keeps to himself usually. When he walks in the door, he faintly whistles through his[…]