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.

Jumping In

This coming week we will be hearing a lot from our ex-governor, The Woman I Will Not Name, and as one of my favorite political bloggers sort of put it, the only choices are 1. Finding an uninhabited tropical island (my first choice, but I’ve got four dogs and...

Points of Light

 Remember that volunteer program  called 1,000 points of light? I was thinking about that this morning at our Hospice of Haines board meeting. We were up at the volunteer coordinator’s house, since she has a newborn baby girl and a small son and said it would be...

Your Tax Dollars at Work

This just in, this website and blog are not endorsed by the Haines Convention and Visitor’s Bureau, (which it appears is a good thing) who today declined a link request  because my writing does not present a positive impression of Haines. Here is what the Haines...

Blowin’ Like a Bandit

 There’s a Guy Clarke song, Blowin’ Like a Bandit, that comes to mind on mornings like this, and nights like last night. It goes ” out there on the gulf the wind is blowin’ like a bandit, they’re talkin’ ’bout a hurricane and...

There Is No Army Family Day

 I am still a bit afraid of just putting words out there without the benefit of an editor’s eyes, or for that matter spell check ( I haven’t figured out how to incorporate that into my blog.) This is like writing a journal, I suppose, only one that...

We Wished Her Lots of Love

I have been a little shy about adding a new post, since Friday seemed a bit like all Heather, all the time.   But I did promise to let you know what happened at choir practice. When Susie came in, those of us who had heard the news all cheered and congratulated her,...