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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Dec. 3 The First Sunday in Advent

Dec. 3 The First Sunday in Advent

Sunday's thought from Howard Zinn: “TO BE HOPEFUL in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness. What we choose to emphasize in this...

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Sunday’s Thought

I am once again at Sarana's yoga retreat here in Haines. It is so close to home I can walk, which is my favorite way to "vacation." And this morning, during the meditation we begin each day with, Sarana spoke of gratitude, and then she said some very nice things to...

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Those Crazy Haines Folks

Yes, the man in the bear suit does live here and I'm pretty sure I know his name, as there is only one guy with a bear suit in town and he wears it often, usually while roller blading. (And writes about it for the Chilkat Valley News in his column.) I ran into him and...

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Mixed blessings

Grandma Joanne is making a divinity pie, which is made of Ritz crackers, walnuts, sugar, and egg whites, with a lot of whipped cream on top. It has been known to send at least one of our friends to the hospital with heart failure (he got better and joked it was...

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Sunday’s Thought

"Summer afternoon ~ summer afternoon; to me those have always been the most beautiful words in the English language." - Henry James

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First Friday in August?! Already? It’s true.

It's another First Friday party downtown (and all around town) in Haines today, with Dan Henry reading from his John Muir book at the Arts Confluence office between 5-7 and an opening in Joanie's gallery next door, and another up in the Fort at Nelle's shop featuring...

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What We Know But Cannot Explain, Exactly.

I know, that's a mouthful-- but I've been thinking about what we know about life on earth, animals, and plants, and people-- but cannot explain-- exactly. How sometimes I have locked eyes not with a dog, or a chicken, that I expect to communicate with-- but something...

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