We went to the Iditerod Dog’s museum yesterday and then drove around exploring. At one point, we were very near the river so Derek pulled over quickly. The car was alongsidethe guardrail on my side. As he looked at the river, I noticed that the guardrail had somegraffiti written on it. One of which was… Read more

I don’t know at what point the world lost its ability to be respectful. But something happens when passengers get onboard the train. It’s as if they leave their kindness and respect at the door with their luggage. Our last shift on Tuesday was especially brutal. The passengers were loud and rude. One particular woman… Read more

There are stories to be told from the train. However, since Natasha died, it’s been difficult to get the stories out. The days go on. The stories unfold. Yet when I have the time, my mind needs to disconnect from reality so I scroll endlessly through TikTok or instagram. If I’m feeling brave, I’ll look… Read more