Thunder, Lightning, and I Found My Spirit Animal

Ahhhhh, Takhini Hot Springs… a lovely outdoor Olympic pool-sized bath fed by the natural hot springs of the Takhini underworld, where everything moves as if in slow-motion– like after dancing it up all night in the club then walking into daylight for the first time in a blurry-eyed state of blissful exhaustion just as the…

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Behemoth’s Maiden Voyage, Day 1: Wah, I want to go home!

The first five minutes in the Behemoth weren’t good. On first smell I could tell something wasn’t right. Then something in the truck caused my hyper sensitive lungs to react, and suddenly I needed my inhaler.  On our first corner we climbed a small hill, and our flatbed Chevy Cheyenne work truck slowly putted up…

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Growing Gardens in the Mind

Here in the Prose Garden we grow hope and inspiration, fresh perspectives, with a good watering of beautiful contradictions and terrible word plays. We explore the entropy of parenting and life in Southeast Alaska, peppered with true tales of venturing off the beaten path, crossing borders real and invisible, and living beyond the imaginable.

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Morning Meditation

In the morning, we take our paddleboards out over sleepy Auke Bay, still peaceful in her slumber, before the whale watching boats stir her up. The water is so clear you can see the bottom of the ocean. The gentle sun, low on the horizon, warms the salty air. For a moment I worry I…

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The Real Reason Your Friends Post So Many Pictures of their Kids Online

For a parent, there’s only one other day as dreaded as Halloween, and that’s School Picture Day. I know are probably thinking, What could be more terrifying than having to sew the perfect Minecraft Enderman outfit in time for the Halloween candy crush, only to be followed by red dye psychosis and a visit to…

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Fair Shenanigans and Rogue Ferries

Sometimes I wonder if life is really an alien experiment to see how we humans react. The beginning and middle of our adventure was ridiculous, so there was no reason it shouldn’t end in shenanigans. The first time my four year-old ran away at the Haines Fair, we discovered her in the bouncy house. Later…

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Out of Gas & Cell Service on the Chilkat Pass

My husband has jerry-rigged so much stuff, his last name should be a verb: “Wow, you really Haffner’d that one…” “Dang, check out that Haffner!” And the more embarrassing, “Sort of a half-ass Haffner, don’t you think?” Don’t get me wrong, I mean this in the most loving way possible. If it weren’t for his…

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Eliot Fisk Plays “Memories of Alhambra”

“Memories of Alhambra” he calls it,And already I know I’m in trouble.Woody Allen’s doppelgangerDances impossibly deft fingersOver a small, custom guitarSounding not like one, but two.Transported to a life I have not yet lived,More lovely than a dream,I recall stories once imaginedWhile visiting the ancient Moorish castleOf love gained and lost,Deeper than the Mediterranean.Despair and…

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