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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A Sign?

A Sign?

When my old friend and neighbor Betty, moved into Haines Assisted Living, her niece cleaned out her house and sold it and some of us helped. Betty had been quite a gardender in her day, and her basement workbench was full of dirt and seedling trays and dry old...

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A Little Drama was Just What I Needed

Lynn Canal Community Players weekend drama, Dinner With Friends, was just great. I had dreaded it because of the publicity, which emphasized the serious tone of infidelity, divorce, and friends taking sides. It wasn't suitable for anyone under 18 either.  And there...

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Sunday’s Thought from Marjorie Rawlings

"When a wave of love takes over a human being, love of another human being,love of nature, love of all mankind, love of the universe, such an exultation takes him that he knows he has put his finger on the pulse of the great secret and the great answer."  --- Marjorie...

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Signs of Spring

This morning as we were walking a whole pack of dogs on the beach (there were three humans and five canines) we marveled at how this time yesterday it was snowing but by the evening it was clear and calm and the inlet was full of birds and smelled like May. John said...

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Some Things to Know for Wednesday

 It's snowing. I know, 'nuff said.  There's music in the stacks from noon-1 at the library featuring Dr. Feldman on his concertina. Tomorrow at noon it' s that wayfaring mariner Scott Pearce & Friends band "Howl's Pals" and Friday it's Liz Marantz Falvey on violin and...

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Punctual Snow

  Here's a little spring verse, set to motions and music for the young and the young at heart. Words by Emily Dickinson tune by Nancy Nash-- (But you can make up or borrow your own if you don't know ours):   New feet withing my garden go (marching) New fingers stir...

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Running is a place- like Alaska.

Am I the only one who couldn't sleep last night after all those horrific images from Boston? I won't look anymore. The radio is enough. How could anyone be so evil? All I kept thinking about was when my husband ran the 100th anniversary Boston Marathon. His parents,...

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