The last words from me, in terms of an update on Annette and our family, were written in haste. I wrote that post on my phone while sitti...

I write this brief post sitting in the sun on the trunk of our rental car. Annette waits inside the Proton Center for her last blast of r...

Newsflash: Awaiting results of a Covid-19 test is maddening. As if we needed any more stress in our lives, last week there were several s...

Greetings from Seattle, Don suggested I write the next blog since he is back in Montana for a few days visiting our kids and celebrating ...

To say these are normal times would be about as sane as thinking you could put a saddle on a brown bear and go for ride. I sort of feel l...

Fireworks on the Fourth of July are pretty silly in Alaska, because this is the land of the midnight sun. You hear a pop and are lucky to...

My apologies for the delay in updates on how I’m dealing with Annette’s cancer treatments. You know Annette is fine, but I realize the ti...

Today people across the nation march in protest of the systemic racism in our country and the killing of George Floyd, including right he...

Our neighborhood cinnamon bear came through the yard a few days ago. Our two dogs began raising hell before the bear came out of the wood...

On Wednesday evening, the night before Annette’s 4th chemotherapy treatment, the two of us joined our good friend for a “social distance”...

I’m not sure where March and most of April went, but I’m okay with that (and if you locate those months, no need to return them!). Yester...

Our mountain bunker sits silent, save for the crackling woodstove. Annette rests on the couch, a soft golden ray of evening sun streams i...

They Came From Outer Space If they came from outer space young and old red state and blue all nations, all religions one and all, all for...

[A poem by Annette Rearden ] It took me six weeks to get the nerve to look you in the eye. I purposely avoided reading the notes, x-rays,...

Please Excuse this Poem! I’ve been trying to share an original poem each day in April, for National Poetry Month, and in order to give a ...

On Thursday, as we sat in a small office in the oncology suite, awaiting instruction before Annette’s round of chemotherapy, I looked dow...

I’m at home with my wife Annette beside a crackling fire, the sunset, a blend of pink and orange reflecting off the incoming tide of Cook...

In this new sort of storm, the doctor told my wife and I that the series of x-rays and scans leading us to the uncomfortable plastic seats a

This week I heard directly from at least one Alaskan Oil Executive doesn’t support Dunleavy’s vetoes, but we’ve yet to hear from any of t...