I love happy endings and I love animals. Stories about homeless animals that find good homes are, to me, picture perfect moments. It is in that spirit that I regularly write "Happy Tail" stories for the Gastineau Humane Society (GHS). Each story features an animal adopted from there. Both the GHS and the Juneau Empire have generously agreed that this blog is also an appropriate place to further share these stories. Here is the most recent, Maya's story.
It is officially March and for basketball fans that means one thing- March Madness. College basketball has already had so many upsets and exciting games, it seems as though March Madness has been going on all season, however now it’s officially tournament time and for us here in Poland it is no different. We are in the middle of a five-game series in the first round of the playoffs for our league. Unfortunately, things aren’t off to a great start and we are down 0-2 in the series but we will be returning home to play game three in another week.
“Nothing you have ever witnessed before has prepared you for the sheer stabbing shock,” so declared a poster for Alfred Hitchcock’s iconic movie, “The Birds”. Strong words for cinema that would now seem tame compared to recent fare. And yet, there is something about nature gone awry that still strikes deep.
Some moments in our lives stay with us, reappearing in our consciousness again and again. This entry is about one of those moments in my life from several years ago. While I don’t think about these events often, when I do, they are as vivid as when they happened.
Take a moment and think back to when you were a kid. How much time did you spend out-of-doors? If you were like me, the answer is “a lot!” And, although I grew up in a Colorado suburb, we always had a yard and a neighborhood and, as I got older, various parks and edges around town to explore and spend time in. I still remember reluctantly being called into the house, long after dark, on many hot summer evenings longing to remain outside.
The past three games have been about as close as we can get to winning without actually earning a victory. An eight point loss to the top team in our league, followed by a two point loss on the road to the fourth place team, and then a five point overtime loss this past Saturday against the second place team in our league, Artego Bydgoszcz.
On a day set aside for sentimental confessions, here is a semi-unprofessional confession from the Arts desk: I tend to fall a little bit in love with the artists I interview. Not in a romantic or physical sense, but in the sense of being drawn to the inner fire that feeds their artistic passion. Gender, age, marital status – none of that really matters. I am blown away on a regular basis by the things that people say and the way their minds work.
I think my mom is always waiting for me to develop the nurturing and maternal qualities and skills she possesses. Nobody knew I could cook until I lived on my own, even then, my parents may have been disappointed in how these traits manifest. Once, I came home for a visit and offered to make dinner for the family, cooking the meat separately in case of vegetarians — there are no vegetarians in my family.