Six thousand miles from Mecca, Anchorage’s rapidly growing Muslim community worships in a strip mall as the state’s first mosque slowly rises on a South Anchorage lot. (Pictured above: From inside the mosque building, the church next door.)
This is what mistletoe looks like when somebody is going to kiss you under it. Can’t hurt to have it around.
How does holiday nog shine brightest? In milkshake form.
The yard has lovely light-covered trees and what I might describe as an illuminated spire that points skyward with a star on top. That is cool on its own, but then you tune the radio to 89.9 FM.
This year I’m leaning into it: the dark, the gritty city, the unique Alaska holiday vibe. Until solstice, I will post once a day about something wonderful/quirky/magical/delicious/fun that can be experienced here in Anchorage in the dead of winter. (And I am totally open to suggestions.) Here is #1.
