A former wild child living in Southeast Alaska, currently a self-described “spawned out old broad,” the WSW still believes in Santa, is still a hellion at heart, and still yearns to build a still in the basement so she can finally do something productive down there besides laundry. Her greatest claim to fame is the one child (that she knows of), her lovely and equally ornery daughter, Calamity Jr. For some uncanny reason, this fruit of her womb not only claims her, she occasionally phones or IM’s from college just to chat!
A longtime single mother experiencing occasional interludes of marriage further peppered with meaningless-yet-oddly-romantic liaisons involving potential future ex-husbands, the WSW has been a bona fide job-slut in the workforce. Not exactly the epitome of commitment, a few of her less-unsavory vocations have included operating a contract boat and house painting business, rock wall construction laborer, bartender, library assistant, fitness trainer, rock rabbit in a gold mine, recreation aide, postal clerk, log-peeler, horse-stall cleaner, and many years of Alaska commercial fishing. She most recently served as a production assistant on a movie set and was equally thrilled to receive a little check from a big mouse named Mickey.
The WSW adores the woods, the beach, the library, and rain. Although current on global issues, she rather prefers procuring headline news from the likes of Leno. Partial to angsty music and happy people, she attributes her (quote/unquote) sanity to a steady flow of comedy, the slightest trickle of whiskey, and the best dang fan club on the planet.

14 Comments
October 13, 2008 at 10:30 pm
And I am president of the Kodiak Chapter of that Fan Club, The Well Seasoned Woman Fan Club Southwest, or WSWFCSW.
October 15, 2008 at 9:30 pm
Have you had your coffee yet today? Congrats on the blog, your friend in Kodiak sent me here. Cheers!
October 16, 2008 at 4:41 am
Seasoned? I like mine with a little salt and lime.
The Rock just aint the same without you!!!!
October 16, 2008 at 5:33 am
I remember looking out my bedroom window, watching one hell of an iced up Packer coming up over the horizon heading into Sitka for the Spring (yes, I did say Spring) Sac Roe Herring fishery. The words that I muttered out of my mouth was, “Oh my God”! That crew has been up all night with baseball bats breaking off the ice build up.
That was one cold spell we had in March…..we never did get a Summer Berry season because of that cold snap. When that Packer made it to the docks, people were stunned at the amount of ice, and if I remember right, you made the front page news with a picture.
October 16, 2008 at 6:29 am
I was wondering when this blog would bloom.
Your title picture brings back lots of romantic memories of being alone in my single-wide bunk out west. I shall now peruse the entries…
October 16, 2008 at 10:02 am
Great! One more blog to interfere with bedtime! But you’re worth it.
October 18, 2008 at 4:04 am
I Love you Deb !
October 23, 2008 at 9:34 pm
Well, my my, I got honorable mention on your bio page! And if I’d read it sooner I might have noticed that my reply-comment-harasser-post name is supposed to be Calamity Jr. I would have known sooner, but I just got back from sailing and only now have time to read the archives. Can you ever forgive me, Ma?
I love you the mostest!
PS. You left out more vocations than you included! What gives!?
October 26, 2008 at 12:34 am
Hey I need someone with lots of talent to help write up a short “spiffy” story for print….are you game? Let me know. Thanks!
February 8, 2009 at 9:30 pm
I HereBy Proclaim Myself President of the Chicago Chapter – nay the Entire Fucking Midwestern Chapter – of the WSW Fan Club.
February 9, 2009 at 3:56 pm
I am Not Worthy!!! Am utterly humbled that you would even come a-slummin’ over to these here parts! tee hee
February 14, 2009 at 7:19 pm
Hey girl you go girl. Love reading your blogs. I ‘m so lucky to have a friend like you. I love you sheree
April 2, 2009 at 6:31 pm
Lets start our own Belly Dancing Posse! Love your energy!
Did you see the Sentinel last night??? The headline stole my idea! Dang!
The end is in sight…hating it!
I need to process some information with someone other than Black sheep…although misery loves company!
May 10, 2009 at 6:52 pm
Hi, Deb: You’ll have to Twitter or forget the nice list
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