I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

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Oh, Mary!

Oh, Mary!

So, a few weeks ago I said to Chip, "I feel so bad for these women that live in deep red states." And he replied, "Heather, we do." I said, "No we don't!" And he said, "Yes we do, you just don't see it in Haines and Juneau." And today? Don Young's  seat went to a...

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Good Tidings

When the sun came out yesterday afternoon and I had a few hours between obligations, I figured it was a sign to head to the golf course and hit a few balls, and maybe even try to play a little. (I haven't actually played more than one hole yet. I'm still learning how...

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Lovely Rita Mamba Muscles Maid

If you weren't up at six this morning you really missed quite a show. We fairly older and conservative (in motion anyway) Morning Muscles women began our workout with the Mexican Jumping Bean Dance. (Yes, it looks like it sounds, only with a lot more wiggle.) Marnie...

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Guide us in the Right Path

 Rain on the tin porch roof of a dark September morning is a signal to sleep in. At our house that means about 6:30, so I was half awake when the phone rang anyway, and I blamed it on our friend John who usually calls early. I elbowed my husband and made him answer...

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Haines Politics at our Best

I have been so heartened by the response to the vote No on the recall campaign. It is so nice to see all the No recall buttons, posters, and letters in the paper. The high fives and thumbs up are appreciated as well. I was reluctant to get involved, because when you...

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Postcard from Moose Camp

Sorry to be AWOL on the blog, but I've been far from electricity and cell service. Here's a story in pictures taken from a tree stand with the prettiest view in the whole world.  (I'll fill you in tomorrow. Right now I'm running a bath and getting organized after four...

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Happy Thursday

 It sounded like someone was spraying our house with a fire hose last night-- wind and rain to "beat the band", as Chip would say. The fishermen came in, thank goodness, although the one at our dinner table shrugged and said, "It wasn't too bad." He was happy that...

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