Receiving Revelation It is said that God no longer speaks to man; that we've been left to find our own way through a dark and uncertain world. I would dispute that. God, whom the scriptures tell us is "the same, yesterday, today and tomorrow,"# a being never varying from what he says, has assured us that we as individuals may... More..
At the age of ten, I knew exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. I would be an editor. Not only an editor, but I would publish my own magazine. I spent hours on layouts and fictional magazine articles. There were advertisements. Pages devoted to fashion and society, pages devoted to the news of the day. My magazine was n... More..
"Pillow Talk" - Rock Hudson and Doris DayIn black and white.Curling in the wing back chairI live the fantasy I watch on TV,Content in keeping my own company.He can't understand why I'm happy so.A brooding, dark storm, he passes throughTo his private studioTo draw and paint his own version of happiness.Stopping, tall and dark ... More..
Snow was sifting from the gray clouds like powdered sugar being sprinkled on a cake. We sat in our car, watching the leaden weather and wishing it would improve before we began our three day ferry ride from Bellingham, Washington to Skagway, Alaska. Finally it was our turn to drive into the belly of the vessel. We were just ... More..
With a little organization and effort, planning a family reunion can be a rewarding experience that will only be enhanced by the actual event. Prioritize the tasks by beginning at the beginning, counting the cost, organizing the family, processing opinions, and breaking down the plan itself. Whose family is it? Begin at the b... More..
There is a "fire in the belly" of a writer. There is a passion that drives a writer. Though the reasons why people write may be varied, there is a common underlying need that is common to all writers. It is what keeps us up at night when our companions are snoring peacefully in their slumbers. It is what makes us turn down an... More..
It is cold and dark in deep December in Alaska. When you are a recently divorced single mother, just starting at a new job with just enough income to keep a roof overhead, it looks even bleaker. I struggled to juggle what little money I had to pay the rent, a babysitter, and bring some food into the house. There was never an... More..
Summer in bush Alaska. The streets of the small village were dusty and dry; mosquitoes hung in thick clouds in the still air. We were children, and took little notice of them. We shunned the street in favor of the woodlands. Our minds were filled with the games we played. The birch trees sheltered us from the brilliant sun, h... More..
My father was in frail and failing health by the time I was old enough to learn to drive. My step-mother was a Southern belle, unaccustomed to raising children let alone providing driving lessons. There was an older brother and older sister, both too involved in their own lives to aid a pesky younger sister in a desperate bid... More..
Exasperating. That was the only word I could think of to describe the way Benji* made me feel. Our second eldest grandchild, he had been staying with us for three weeks. A recent high school graduate, he was trying to find his niche in the world, and not having much success. He gave lip service to the process of filling out a... More..
Pamela Ashton
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