DONREARDEN

A late note of appreciation for the birthday wishes and greetings a few weeks back. The last several weeks took a bit to sink in. Know...

I write this letter of thanks as I curled up next to my sleeping daughter. For the longest time I have just laid here and stared at her...

This will be brief, as my fingers have not yet warmed up after eight hours of standing around a bonfire, holding a half-antlered moose...

I woke up this morning to an unexpected, once-in-a-blue-moon, crazy Halloween treat. My new book Without a Paddle is a #1 New Release in...

I’ve got writing news for you... Poems. An entire collection of them. Pre-order details coming soon. For now, enjoy this snapshot of the...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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

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...

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

In a recent interview, a journalist asked, "Do you consider yourself an Alaska writer?" I said did, but later realized that I've really...

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!)....

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

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,...