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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