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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Space Between Us

Space Between Us

I stole the title of this post from the book I'm reading in small bits these days. Mornings and evenings. After lunch for a minute. Now, while Dad naps, again. To Bless the Space Between Us, A Book of Blessings is by the late John O'Donahue. Actually, let's just call...

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Shop Locally

 The new Dispatch column is up, and it is about the changing of the guard in the snow dragon. And, today is the last chance bazaar at the ANB Hall, borough clerk Julie Cozzi will be singing, and if you haven't heard her, you really should. She's a jazzy night club...

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Friends Gather Near

 We missed the party at the Klondike last night because an old friend arrived from Anchorage, over the rivers and passes and through the snow. He was kind of groggy from the 900 mile drive, especially the last 150 miles in a white-out following the snowplow's...

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The Baby Shower

 I sort of promised to write about Sarah's baby shower in my Dispatch column this week, but I was a little frantic, the way I am on a deadline (today at 4:00pm) and I couldn't find my notes. So I didn't. Also, I had a library board meeting this morning and went to...

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A Little Night Music

 Tonight the Haines  A'Capella Women's Choir (HAWC with a hard C) will be rehearsing at the new Haines Assisted Living home (HAL)  from 6:00-7:00. (Click the link for the Dec.16 KHNS feature to hear more.) This would be a nice time to enjoy a sort of impromptu...

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Lights on in a Window

 Three cheers for Lenise Henderson-Fontenot  who has bucked the seasonal Haines trend by opening a Main Street store instead of closing one. The Rusty Compass coffee and gift shop is open afternoons until Christmas. It is a nice cozy place to meet friends and watch...

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All is Loud and Dark

It is still dark,  and I am listening to the sounds of my house waking up. The radio is on in the kitchen and in the upstairs bathroom. My son is playing his guitar and singing "A Boy Named Sue". My husband has come up from the cellar and says to three of his grown...

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