The first day in June is quite a celebration in Fairbanks, Alaska. The day itself signifies that old man winter has "officially" vacated the premises. The residents can vouch for this as they look to all the greenery that envelops the city with an energetic vibe--a reminder that it is now safe to accomplish the … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Midnights in June.
Let me be clear Deb Horner is who I think of whenever someone talks about how they transplanted themselves in the state of Alaska. There are many of us who moved up to Alaska and made our homestead here. It doesn't define who we are--rather who we evolved into. I met Deb years ago when … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: The Art of Deb Horner
Truth: I am writing this essay completely stripped of the full mask of make-up I wear each day. My hair uncombed is gathered up in a messy bun and expressing what adventures I may have stirred in my sleep. An impressive expression of hot messery. Also true, I am wearing under eye patches made … Continue reading Phenomenally.
Folks, there are people who know me who are often shocked at the fact that there are things that I do that they wouldn't fathom that I would do. For example, they seem to think that I wouldn't be into gardening because it involves manual labor, and dirt. There's no way someone who spent most … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Alaskan Spring
There are days when life becomes abundantly cray that one may lose balance or focus. This is what may have been one of those days when I took the photo above at my acupuncturist. I've been going to Asian Acupuncture in Fairbanks, Alaska for several years now, and I found through it all that … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Cups and Needles
I had been quite engrossed in my daily work at the office these days. This is the season in academia where we are ending the year with events, finals, and commencement. Where I work is no exception. My day job consists of juggling many balls in the air, and being cognizant of avoiding any … Continue reading A Grandfather’s Love.
Folks. Let's get real. When a person commits to Whole30, you know it's about to go down. To commit to going 30 days without sugar, bread, carbs (the bad ones), dairy (and I don't know--everything else that we call decadent, and comforting) is downright borderline psycho. So, of course, I made my family try … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: To Whole30 or To Fake Whole30–That Is The Question.
My Dearest Boy, You have been the one who gave me the least to worry about, but yet--I still worry. You have proven that studies of middle children, and people lied when they talked or wrote about the middle child syndrome and all of its characteristics. You have never been one to fit the mold. … Continue reading A Letter To The Middle Child On His 21st Birthday
If you were to ask my children what they remember most about our trips to Anchorage, they will tell you that it was always filled with soccer first, and then traditional activities: eating out at restaurants, and shopping. We'd drive the 6 hours down from Fairbanks, the RV packed with soccer gear and all the … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Anchorage, Alaska
I think I'm going to get booted out of my family for not letting go of this recent battle. Me vs. the Turon (banana lumpia. Lumpia = Filipino eggroll. Instead of the savory filling, the Turon is filled with fresh banana coated in white sugar, and brown sugar). At every opportunity, I've been inserting … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: The Turon
The Echo Muse 