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Vincent van Gogh wrote, in a letter to his brother, "I have a terrible need of-- shall I say the word?-- Religion. Then I go out and paint the stars." (And in my humble case, walk the dog.)

  The weather is changing, for the better it seems, as the days are still golden and mild, with no frost so far. It’s been a true autumn, so different from the snow-rain-sleet and wind-blowing- all-of-it- sideways Octobers in my memory. I wrote an obituary this week...

On birthdays when they were young I'd tell my children the story of their arrival. Eliza's will always be that she is the first and thus the most miraculous, plus the TV repairman arrived in the Anchorage hospital room right at the height of that first shocking labor....

Have you noticed that I seem to show up here every Tuesday lately? Honestly, I promise that I'm getting it together and from now on will send you pithy, brilliant, and informative daily news of life in Haines, or if not all that, at least something interesting about...

Chip and I did not get a moose, but it wasn't from lack of trying, and as he said, now that the hunt is over the stories can begin. And that's the fun part that could last all winter. Until now, everyone was very vague about just what they saw out there, especially as...

Well, that's moose hunting-- we've been at it four days a week for four weeks, and the moose have safely avoided our freezer. More on that in the next post. While we were hunting, the beautiful old tender (1937, wooden, classic, 70 feet) Neptune sank in the harbor, no...