I arrived in Alaska a teacher, seven years ago. In 2013 I walked out (after submitting a letter of resignation that went something like this, "I resign as of today at 4:30 pm") on my contract rather than fight with an unworthy foe and a failed system. Although it took me years to truly appreciate it, it was probably one of the most liberating moments of my life. I can still recall the feeling of freedom as I put my helmet on, walked down the steps in front of the school and climbed onto the beautiful blue Polaris that would carry me and my Inupiat love across miles of white to Kivgiq, tundra cabins, tuttu hunts, ice fishing, and into the enchanting grasp of the icy cold  Arctic as she captured my soul and my heart.

My husband and I left the Arctic for a year. We lived in Unalaska and Anchorage. But something beckoned us to return. Return we have. We live in what on T.V. may be called a "Tiny House" with a great big dog, surrounded by miles and miles of isolated beauty. I am employed as a Liaison for the village. My husband is a Heavy Equipment Operator.

I plan to continue to share my life's adventures, ups and downs, and thoughts, here with you. This blog is especially for other women my age, who like me, have no idea what we're suppose to have achieved by mid century.