North of 59

There are few joys equivalent to watching confused cats electrocute themselves on their favorite rug. The winter is dry. The cold ensures ...

Seriously  My house is a pyramid I live in a log pyramid with cedar shingles and windows that look like  ethereal eyes. Sometimes it fee...

It's getting to be about the time of year where the fall/winter doldrums are driving people nuts enough to get out of the house. October...

It’s been a year and a half since I’ve blogged here. I lost track of my writing while the “simple” life whirled around me. It’s been an expe...

The new highschool teacher arrived this week and I met her today. We have a friend in common and so she knew who i was before she got here. ...

I am employed, Oh so employed.... I have four jobs, possibly five in the next week or so. As it stands I am bar tender, substitute teacher, ...

My reasons for coming to Atlin can mostly be summed up to an impulsive urge for adventure. I've wanted to move North for a few years, bu...

Last night the cook came to my house to inform me that I am out of a job. The Restaurant is shutting down for the winter. I found out less t...

There is a thrift store here. It's open from 2-4pm Friday every Friday afternoon located in the tiniest building I've ever seen. Fro...

I am a waitress in a restaurant here. It is one of two restaurants in town vying for customers, both fighting to make it through the winter....