Emerging Alaska poets remind us of our roots
A batch of northern poets, including Joan Kane and Olena Kalytiak Davis, is helping remind Alaskans who we are and where we came from.
Finding comfort in community in Haines
The old-timers say bad things happen in threes. I am not sure if this is true, but I do believe that bad doings bring out the best in people. It’s not that misery loves company, exactly, rather that suffering binds us together.
Haines - Shared roots
Thirty years ago if you asked me why I live where I do, I would have replied the people and this place. The same is true today.
Despite festival, warmer weather scatters Haines-area eagles
Some 2,072 eagles were spotted in one flight during a recent count of the birds in Haines.
Sad and grateful to celebrate a Haines icon's 90th year
Helen Tengs of Haines may not remember who you are, 'but she remembers the words to every song.'
The naked truth: Soaking in Tenakee hot springs is good for the soul
In Tenakee, bathing is public in natural warm springs that have made it a destination for chilled Alaskans, from the early Tlingits to loggers, miners, fishermen and weekenders from Juneau.
Even shrieks and tears can't hide how lucky we are
In Haines and elsewhere, finding one's place in the world is not all about quantity. It's about the quality of our time and the realization it could be otherwise.
Priceless Klukwan treasures unveiled at opening of heritage center
The opening of the Jilkaat Kwaan Heritage Center has been a long time coming.
Counting the ways the 'towering figure' of John Schnabel molded Haines
There were about as many John Schnabels, its seems, as days of the week. He grew sweet cherries, swam at the pool, played bridge and sang country songs, but foremost, John was a business leader and champion of the Alaska timber industry.
'Blonde Indian' gives Alaskans plenty to talk about
Blonde Indian is so Alaskan, so personal, yet it is also the most literary of books in that it reads like a prose poem. I wasnt the only one squirming in my seat and covering my eyes, when author Ernestine Hayes relentlessly read Young Toms drunken monologue, delivered as he drowned.
Spirit of Christmas is alive and well in Haines, Alaska
OPINION: In the end, the Holly Jolly Follies in Haines hits all the right notes.
Be kind. Be brave. Be thankful.
During our week together at the hospital, Linnus and I became friends again, without ever talking about why or how we sort of werent for a while. I think the staff thought we were sisters, or even married, since we kept finishing each others sentences and asking the same questions.