Over the five years that I’ve written Tangled Up In Blue, a lot has happened that seems so insignificant now.
I was looking forward to ice skating this winter. I had bought a pair of Nordic blades a little too…
A wet, sopping blanket of snow covered Seward this morning. Before sunrise, I could see the wisps of white pass…
There is just the smallest sliver of light pink nail polish left on my two big toes. Each time I’ve…
I ran my third Kenai River Half Marathon this weekend.
I recently learned that the opposite of deja vu is jamais vu, meaning “never seen.”
The Lost Lake Run was a long one. I ran over 15 miles, from Primrose to the Bear Creek Fire…
I’m finding myself, more than ever, falling into bouts of anger, and it’s making me mad.
The Pelican Island National Wildlife Refuge isn’t quiet.
My boyfriend won’t let me be on his volleyball team.
I’m always looking for the right answer, the right way to do things. I manipulate my Google searches over and…
When I asked Peter what I should write my column about this week, he suggested I talk about swimming in…
I accidentally ripped my fingernail out just as I was about to meet a large group of people.
More than 225,000 late-run sockeye have gone through the weir as of July 15, doubling last year’s run — which…
In their extravagant dresses and tightly wound curls, my cousins would dance their weekends away.
Armstrong joined Homer News team when the newspaper was owned by Washington Post managing editor
