Whether they live in a Bush village, a small town, or the big city, Alaskan kids share one thing in common: the heater vent.
There's nothing like toasty forced air to warm your toes on a chilly winter morning. My sister and I had only one option—a big grate on the floor that covered the furnace ducting below. We'd stand on it like innocent Marilyn Monroes, letting the warm air billow up under our nightgowns. My children benefit from a more opulent lifestyle; our house has a small heater vent in each room, and the girls have chosen the cozy corner in the kitchen as their favorite spot.
Sitting on the warm heater vent,
singing my ABCs to Mommy
while she makes breakfast.
Dinner last night: homemade chicken noodle soup, crescent rolls