Here in the Prose Garden we grow hope and inspiration, fresh perspectives, close-ups, close calls, cluster-flucks and koester-pluck, with a good watering of beautiful contradictions and terrible word plays.
Stories, Prose & Poetry to Inspire
We explore the entropy of parenting and life in Southeast Alaska, peppered with true tales of venturing off the beaten path, crossing borders real and invisible, and living beyond the imaginable. Reading it will make you feel good. Go on, harvest some spicy soul kale.
“We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.” — Toni Morrison, 1931-2019.
“We need to see ourselves mirrored, as humans, in order to exist. That’s how we come into existence, is to be affirmed by something outside of ourselves. And without that, our existence is shaky, it’s very tenuous– it’s anybody’s guess whether we’re here or not.” — Ani DeFranco, author of “No Walls and the Recurring Dream”