Everyday, sometime after 7pm I buckle the belt that holds the holster for my 357 Magnum, and head out on to the tundra to walk my dog. I noticed one day, that there is only one set of footprints where I walk. Mine. Frozen solid onto the thick ice of the lake. At first the solitary gray prints molded onto ice and snow made me feel lonely, longing for a human companion to accompany me. But, I've come to realize those are the prints of an adventurer, a woman of inner strength, a loner.
Sunday, December 8, 2019
I WANT TO GO HOME!
I’ve been struggling in Anchorage for nearly 3 years. Hubby left for HOME
few months ago. Gus and I are still here. School second quarter ends on the 20th. And so does my public school affiliation. NEVER AGAIN!! GUS AND I WANT TO GO HOME.
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