Blogger’s note: This is the rest of the story that I started in my recent post “Stay in the moment.” I write this from the warmth and safety of my teacher trailer in Twin Hills, Alaska. How, you may ask, did I get from being grounded on the runway at King Salmon, to here, in […]
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Stay in the moment
I’m hungry and thirsty and I have to go to the bathroom. I’ve also been told, with implications of dire consequences, not to get out of my seat. It could almost be that one time in fourth grade, but no: it is 2024 and I am in seat 7B of an Alaska Airlines jet. I […]
Turkeys from Togiak: the second helping
I have been driving this little four-wheeler around the community of Twin Hills, Alaska, for almost four months now, and this is the first time I have ever hit thirty miles per hour. What makes this occasion especially noteworthy is that I have two passengers. These passengers come in the form of two of my […]
Turkeys from Togiak: the main course
In Twin Hills, Alaska, there are three general ways to get your groceries. One: you can buy stuff when you are in town and bring it out with your luggage. Two: you can call in or order online and have your stuff delivered by air freight or through the mail. Sometimes, if you know someone […]
Of sandbars, tides, and sunsets
I would get out and push, I really would, if only I had the proper footwear. By “proper footwear” I mean insulated, water-proof boots that come up to my knees. Why would I need such footwear? Well, I’m sitting in a 15-or-so-foot skiff, piloted by the young man who owns it, and we are stuck […]
Olive, the other four-wheeler
I also debated entitling this offering “Help me, Honda.” Ah, but I do love me a good pop culture reference, loosely disguised as a literary allusion. But I digress already. When I made the somewhat hare-brained decision to suspend my retirement benefits and come to Twin Hills as “Principal/Teacher,” my first order of business was […]