Eagle Scout

Jack Eagle ScoutJack completed Eagle Scout

with Robert Lane

Troop 5

July 2012

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East Anchorage High School Graduation

May 8, 2012

Sullivan Arena

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How Alaskan teens shovel snow

March 14th, 2012

3014 Madison Way

Anchorage, Alaska

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Since when does showing a movie with a nude 15 yo and a nude 17 yo support the mission of the Anchorage School District?

At East High School, that is what is offered to kids in the classroom.

Isn’t it kind of icky that middle-aged men look at teenaged girl’s bare breasts and teenaged boys  totally nude in a movie approved by the East High Curriculum Principal?

This strikes me as  perverted.

Sorry my kids.  I’m going to keep sending letters until I find someone who can tell me how this meets sound educational methodology.

What have I learned from our friend Dr. Suess?

That with a few words

we could All call a truce.


We must say what we mean

and Mean what we say.

This gives us all time

to come together another day.


A jumble of meanings never helps us

speak out.

Those twists and those turns

gives others a chance to pout.


Come with me today

on an adventurous new road.

New markers and paving

makes the journey smoother,

I’m told.


Where are the emails within ASD?

Winter fast appoaches

with silent sounds encroaching

on simple thoughts.

So simple.

With newness in the whiteness,

over wrought beneath the brightness.

So simple.

A season change of welcoming doubt

a difference in the pendulum pout.

So simple.




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Dear Ms Guess,

I dislike making so many mistakes,

I guess I could blame some else.

I read and don’t see them

with an empty mouth open?

Well, I no longer pass the perfection test.


I use to do better,

before all the stress,

My mind was sharp as a tack.

But now there are blips,

spelling errors and slips,

Like a worn out dress hung back on the rack.

Sunday, at the shoreline.

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Garden creatures

great and small.

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There is no need to look Outside…

because what is needed

has always been

right here…


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I had none until seventh grade.

Time to read, a basket on my bike

Overloaded, making me afraid.


an opening to our world

with unsung possibilities

yet, politicians won’t spend their gold.


Open to everyone they say.




I always want to go,



A work in progress…

What, you thought I was talking about me?

While I’m certainly not perfect,

my growth has been better than this.

 vegetable garden, first day of summer

Anchorage, Alaska

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The Municipal Ombudsman’s office did not respond to concerns of child safety at Bayshore Elementary

and I just could not understand why people all got the same letter…and…not…one…person…responded…

So, here’s the rest of it—months before it got sent to the School Board.

Now, did they get it?  Well, yes.  After another parent spoke about the same concerns and could not get a response from the Ombudsman’s office, Mike made sure it went again.

But we still never got a response.

If grief is like a slough,

then anger is a pair of boots that help you walk though it.

because you can’t ignore it.

You can’t walk around it.

You must walk though it.

And, when Carol Comeau said, “Ben Hardwick has his supporters.”

and Mike says, “Hitler had his supporters, too”

And when Jan Christensen said, “The bar is not high enough to fire him.”

and I said, “My children are not a high enough bar–what will it take?”

So who determines what to grieve?

Trust gone?  Betrayal?  Being told, just told anything

to fill the space that truth will invade if left empty?

Permeate the air with new energy, only to find the same black spirit

pervasive, with no change.

To grieve anew, when lied to, used and with choices denied.

Who should take it upon himself to withhold?  Is that how he would want to be treated?  Or was it the easy way, the learned way, repetition numbing responsibility or ability to reach out.

Playing games on planes of the Universe.

Slapping aside any who say they want to play.

Paid players winning with fouls, refs bought to say the play.

and the commissioner says, go forward, apply constant pressure

But don’t get mad.

I think it is really–don’t let people see you get mad.

Mad, anger, motivation, to apply persistence.

Who could do it day in and day out

in the middle of a Happy Dance?

If God had wanted

me to be a doormat,

He would have made me

Long, Flat and Skinny.

the Gospels, according to my mom.


People who live in glass houses,

are just damned fools.

my dad’s version of an Idiom

Mountain Ash berries out my window

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Enveloped tonight

with feelings of belonging for

school Open House and

seeing others we know.

Our world begins to disappear with looking closer, to find the edges

which are now blurry to the touch.

Taking on new form.

To transform the familiar and create

new windows of opportunity.

Fall fog on Madison Way

September 14th, 2010

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Someone gave us a gift…

We don’t know who,

Do you?

We were walking along,

Tempted to sing a song.

We remembered to look up!

And look down

To see the special gift we found.

And we left it as we went away.

So that someone else

would also have a gift today.

Bicentennial Park

Homestead trail

Anchorage, Alaska

September 12th, 2010

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The sound of silence

is missing as Fall draws near

“Close the window,” says Keelin. ” It’s noisy.”

So, we shut out the Holiday noise

of leaf blowers, while we wait for our fall to snow from the birch trees in the backyard.  Coming down and nestling

within the last of the blooms while the sun lowers on the horizon

and shines through, bringing them back to life.

While the weed whackers drone, we put those sounds with the plane

right over our heads as we admire the sky which hid from us all summer.

and moves us on toward winter and soft sounds where the snow comes down

and all of our neighbors’ hard work will be covered.  Until they bring out the leaf blower and blow away the beautiful white, silent snow.

roof top garden

September 6th, 2010

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The moon returns

heralding the end of the Alaskan summer, where summers have no real sounds, except for cars on the highway, planes in the air, magpies screeching in the trees.

Summers so different from my childhood, where the moon made no difference.

In my summers, cicadas were thrumming loudly, June bug skins on screen doors to be picked off.

The smell of tar, sticking to your bare feet with gravel crunching under bike tire wheels, the taste of  wet foods, none to cook.

Legs burning on car seats, breathing labored with hot, wet air reverberating with the fierce heat lightning, one thousand one, one thousand two…

But the moon always came with a promise of reprieve.

This moon, like a street light, where my streetlights were barrels.

Rusted with flames licking out around the edges as our summers burned away in our yards.

And the harvest moon overshadowing the end of those summers.

moon from rooftop garden

August 25th, 2010

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