The End and the Beginning …..1st of series

My first meeting with Doug he talked about living in Alaska.  But he talked then (as he talks now) about a lot of things.  I didn't give it much importance.  Personally, life was good.  We bought our first home a couple of years earlier, had a beautiful 2 year old son, had just found out our second child was on the way....plus I'd …

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Job’s Life Kind of ….sucked

No disrespect to God's word....but I think I need to change-up my reading plan until I feel better.  I know things turned out OK for Job in the end, but I can't wait that long...at least for now. I don't know if its the cough that won't go away, or the Oregon rain that won't stop, or …

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Dan Bronson…”Nothin’ but the best” ……….

I've been thinking a lot about my grandfather today.  It's his birthday.  He was a cowboy and a truck driver.  In his mind, his family deserved "nothin' but the best" ...and it was evident in how he cared for all of us. I had the privilege of seeing him rock each one of my children …

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Doug’s Big Bite

During our first couple years of marriage, Doug racked up an impressive 64 stitches, two front teeth knocked out and an assortment of casts and slings.....this was just from playing ice hockey.  There was more trauma, but we don't have time here. Before marrying Doug I had never seen the inside of an emergency room....afterward.... it was …

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Tiny Sourdoughs…not the food kind

We raised tough kids...they had to be...just to survive us. Technically, the small versions of Ian and David didn't qualify to be called real Alaskan Sourdoughs.  But I wouldn't tell them that...  They were there every step of the way as we hacked our way thru the overgrown woods and helped Fred make our house more …

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FRED

I grew up where you locked your doors and didn't talk to strangers.  Although we'd lived in Alaska for three years before moving to Chugiak, I still clung to many of my big city attitudes. The problem with that (not talking to strangers in particular) is it's tough to survive an inhospitable environment without a little help …

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Chugiak House

Would you believe this guy if he told you he'd found a great house on eight acres, close in to Anchorage and all for only $25 bucks a month?? Yah, neither would I... if my head was on straight. But it wasn't. So I did. I'm sure you're wondering ...what kind of house do you get …

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Why I am Here

Last week while I rambled about being a reluctant hostess, I mentioned an old Alaska sourdough named Fred.  My plan was to tell you about Fred after sharing a little something about Easter. My husband tells me I don't need to say something about everything all of the time, and apparently this is so because …

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Reluctant Hostess on Steroids

Stealthy, silent...I move to the bedroom drapes.  I carefully look thru the opening and see the enemy...two carloads of them.  With no time to escape I step inside the bathroom, lock the door...and wait. "Brooke, you in there?  We're waiting!  Dinner's on!", my mother's voice, filled with joy, beckons.  Rats...there's no way out of this. It was …

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Pressing Toward the Goal

Projects undone, problems unexpected, stuck on a road I've traveled too many times before....getting dangerously close to grumpy. Take my one year bible for example....for Christmas of 2008 I bought my Dad a large-print, one year bible.  It looked so cool and I liked the idea of methodically reading thru the whole bible in one year, so I bought …

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