Tag: Finland

for all of the dogs, and all those who love them

We lost a lot of great things in 2016: Prince, Bowie, relationships, Muhammad Ali, human decency, Leonard Cohen, Alan Thicke, the meaning of words, Nancy Reagan, America, Harper Lee, Elie Wiesel, foresight, Alan Rickman, Doris Roberts, forward progress, Merle Haggard. But two “things” that…

my human catalyst

If one person can completely change the course of your life twice with only ten words and one question, my human catalyst is Emily. The same relatively-a-stranger-friend/coworker Emily who recounted magical tales of dog-sledding adventures, packed with dancing northern lights, snow-drenched trees and the…

same as it ever was (only better)

According to Thomas Wolfe, “Once you leave, you can’t go home again,” and I have found this to be quite true, time and again, my 2014 See The World journey being the most recent example. Of course the idea being that throughout your travels,…

back to the first stop

“Sooooo out of everywhere you’ve been, all those amazing places…you want to go back to Finland? Really?” At first I took a sort of confused offense. Uhhhh, yes? This is surprising because…? But if you take a step out of my mind (where everyone…

love, undefined

It’s hard to imagine that I sat in this very same seat at the Rovaniemi airport, just two short months ago, anxiously awaiting the bus that would take me to husky heaven, with no idea what life at Korvala was like. Now I sit…

the indelicate dance of the dogs

If you spend a significant amount of time with more dogs than people, you’ll find they have this way of becoming your people. You start referring to them in human contexts: who’s crushing on whom, who makes up the old married couples, who had scandalous flings…

time flies, but to where?

Usvatanssin Kennel is the kind of place you find yourself thinking about long after you’ve left, the kind of place you come back to. It’s the kind of place you want to tell your friends and family about, but struggle to find the right…

Usvatanssin Kennel

I recognized the doubt rooted deep in Charlotte’s eyes as I answered her question. I knew that look well; it had been plastered all over my face just three short weeks earlier. “There are so many of them. How do you remember all of the…

28 degrees of separation

In the four years I traveled to Colorado for work, I always enjoyed when the weather reached that undisclosed temperature where everyone decides it is time to start eating outside again, somewhere between 50 and 60 degrees. Everyone on the university hospital campus takes…

the money tree & the ticking clock

The First of April, the Day of Fools, triggered my external Travel Clock. I can barely hear the T-Clock ticking right now, but I’m aware of its existence out there, somewhere, slowly tocking, currently muffled by the thick, plush safety blanket made of cash-money. It’s…