Happiness. It's relative.
His hand left a mark on the tent, singed the canvas like a brand. Light shone through the thinned cloth, a halo, a haunting cast upon her. Trucks rumbled on the bridge overhead, windshield wipers slapping rain. She waited.
I’m reading a book called Tell Them Who I Am by Elliot Liebow, an ethnographer made famous by his book, Tally’s Corner. An ethnographer is a social scientist who investigates social phenomena by immersing him or herself in the setting being studied, like an… Continue Reading “Time and Stuff”
A Friday Round-Up a day late could make it a Saturday Round-Up. There is that thought. Never mind. The oddest thing about my week is that someone left a piano in front of my house. People down the street moved out, left the piano at… Continue Reading “Friday Round-Up A Day Late”
Alaskans like to ask visitors “What’s the difference between a caribou and a reindeer?” The visitors talk about antlers, size, color, all kinds of possible differences until they give up. “Well,” a good Alaskan will say, “They’re the same except caribou are wild and… Continue Reading “A True Fact”
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