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.

The Senator Cares What I Think About Guns.

Caller: Hi Heather, this is Senator Mark Begich. Me: No it’s not. Who is this really? Caller: It’s Mark Begich, your senator. Me: Is this John? Don, is that you? Funny. That’s when the senator said, “It really is me,  do you need some...

A Sunday’s Schooling

 Yesterday morning three year-old Caroline and I attended the Presbyterian Church. She told her mother that she was going a new church, not the “Haines church where Nancy plays the piano.”  Which is kind of funny since the Episcopal mission we usually...

Sunday’s Thought

  “To me, faith is not very dependent on understanding. It is, rather, a decision about where I will put my life’s energy. I choose to live with reference to God. So the question of faith is not so much, What do you think? as it is, Whom will you follow?...

Ferryboat Serenade

At about 9:30 this morning Chip came back from work– he had forgotten his empty growler for the brewery– it must be Friday. It also must be February, as we now have 8 hours of daylight (and much longer ‘nautical twilight’ making evening walks,...

Something Funny

Caroline (now three) and I took advantage of the weather and cleaned my closet yesterday. About halfway through the sorting, tossing, Salvation Army pile, and dusting, I said this was a terrible mistake. “We will never finish. What was I thinking, Caroline...

The Weather Remains Great for Reading.

Last night the basketball games were crowded, no matter if it was a school and work night and skin could freeze walking (well, creeping, the ice is so hard to see) across the parking lot. Tim is volunteering on the radio this morning and of course praising this...