Last night, I was a talking cat. Complete with a feline smile, kneading my paws, and licking my fur — all while speaking to a human who was trying to adopt me. I went on later and was a police officer, the mother of a bride named Giselle, and yes, even was endowed as Jesus.…

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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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A couple of weeks ago, I started feeling edgy on our deck – one of my favorite places in this world. Almost everything is in order out there like prior years. The Himalayan poppies are blooming in the yard. The badminton net is being worked over by a moose yearling. The little swallows just fledged…

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Last week, I was waiting in a parking lot when two women came out of their office building at the end of the workday. It was a semi-warm day so our truck windows were open. I caught an earful. One woman was fuming about her supervisor who was perpetually vacillating on a work project. Reportedly,…

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On one of our first trips of my beloved and I, we ferried along through the San Juan Islands (in Puget Sound). Mid-way between ports we met a state ferry going in the opposite direction and it was at that point, I bounded to the railing and started enthusiastically waving to the passengers aboard the…

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