It’s Wednesday morning in Seward. I’m sipping on chai that has been heated to optimal temperature on the borderline between scalding and palatable while snow falls softly and steadily outside. Hair’s still wet from a shower after a gym workout with the Distinguished Ladies of Seward minus one. Cats are munching on food, living the […]
Ya Allah, dear God, let the right door open.
I’ve lost four pounds since I came to Alaska. Now when I look in the mirror I’m slowly starting to shift from, “Damn, I need to work on x, y and z” to “Damn, x, y and z are really workin’ for me!” I didn’t realize I was gaining weight over the past year until […]
My first introduction to archery occurred in high school. I was around the age of 14. I had never shot a bow and arrow. I remember after a few days I hit the balloon off the bull’s eye in the center. I was so proud of myself I carried around the scraps of that balloon […]
Snow falling on Seward. (Source: http://player.vimeo.com/)
The days are beginning to get longer and longer here in Seward. When I first arrived I found myself eating breakfast in pitch black at 9 a.m. but the daylight is devouring the darkness by about six minutes every day. It’s nice. We’re supposed to be getting a blizzard but it hasn’t come yet. Maybe […]
Well. I’m sitting here with a fresh, steaming cup of chai. After I finish drinking it I have a number of options and obligations: (UPDATED) tidy up do laundry load the dishwasher make a snowman walk downtown collect seashells on the beach give the paper kids their newspapers (PAPER ISN’T HERE YET. HAD TO TURN ONE […]
You can take the girl out of Florida, but you can’t take the Florida out of the girl. Darker colors seem to be the order of the day but pink, blue, purple, yellow, orange and green, these are a few of my favorite things — in hijabs and color schemes.
Loving someone is wanting them around for the rest of your life, even though you know what their farts smell like.
Dear lord. I haven’t had this much hair on my arms since 2004. Every time I think today is the day I cook up a pot of sugar wax, my body says, “Shut up. I’m cold.”