On a cold rainy day we stopped at the North Pole, Alaska. We encountered memories of Santa Claus Lane, wondered about the Naughty List, and recalled a special story, The Santa Within Me. Our inner Santa is more important than ever. Watch for the Diaries to return in the New Year.
On our way to the Iceland Noir writing festival we first stopped in Portland. There was a geocache at the train station. An old woman in the waiting room seemed to have had no schedule to meet. Street people in the park were going through their day. Our collective memory filled the air, down at the station on a windy day.