Last week, I attended a meeting at a new birth cottage in town.  It was gorgeous. Rounded walls, post and beam wood, river rock and tiled floors, and even an oval-shaped birthing tub. Right here in Homer.  It almost made me want to have a baby.  OK. Almost. And let’s face it, that bus left…

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Yesterday I went down to the Spit for a walk. I know. Not every town has a Spit. Ours is a 4-mile narrow strip of turf hanging out in Kachemak Bay. Walks on the Homer Spit mean the sea is in surround-sound, surround-view, and surround-sense. In deep October, the Spit refreshes the senses. It’s a…

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