I’ve never been much for resolutions. I have a hard time making myself commit to anything I’m not sure I’ll still be into in six months. (There’s probably a metaphor in there.)
Generally, if I’m put on the spot, I’ll resolve to drink more water. This is easy and everyone could stand to do it, but I never actually do. Would my life be magically transformed if I’d finish off a few Nalgenes every day? Probably. Continue reading “Obligatory New Year post”
Generally speaking, I don’t much care for birds. I can tolerate little finches and sparrows; anything bigger than that makes me nervous. (Hummingbirds, too—they move so fast and have no sense of personal boundaries.) I’m especially nervous around fowl, including chickens and geese, but most of all, I am terrified of turkeys. Continue reading “Turkey terror”
This fall, My Alaskan Odyssey turned five years old. In the last half-decade, I’ve moved to and from Alaska (twice), finished a master’s degree, gotten married, celebrated some victories and mourned a few losses. This blog started as a way to keep friends and family up-to-date when I moved to Alaska for grad school in 2012. I posted sporadically for a few years, and then, when I got serious about writing, I started posting something every week. Since its inception, My Alaskan Odyssey has been a place to post silly lists and longer musings and, occasionally, share good (and bad) news. I still can’t believe anyone other than my mom reads it. Continue reading “Five years of My Alaskan Odyssey”
Is today Tuesday?
Wait, it’s Wednesday already?
How many days until November 3, 2020?
What’s the weather supposed to be like?
Is that really all the coffee he left me? Continue reading “Questions I asked myself as I sat down in my home office this morning”
I love scary movies. Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to things like climbing and skiing: I get a rush from those edge-of-your-seat moments, that split second after you’ve passed the point of no return and before you know what the outcome will be. It’s why I eagerly await the Dirtbag Diaries’ annual “Tales of Terror” episode, why I can’t resist true crime documentaries and podcasts, why I insist we watch Scream every Halloween even though poor Bix spends most of those 90 minutes under a blanket, covering his ears.
The fun doesn’t end after October 31. These movie ideas have me losing sleep year-round. Continue reading “List: These horror movies will keep you up at night”