My name is long, so most people simply call me Kacy or Lou. (Or if you’re one of my high schoolers, “Yo, Miss!” usually gets my attention…)
I’m your a-typical, 6’2″, Mexican-American hippie who is a mix of an ex-chola, a bush-savy fisher(wo)man, and the homestead-y daughter of a wild little Colorado cowgirl.
I typically classify myself as a hot mess (usually one in a dress) whose only Hope comes from Jesus Christ.
By that sovereign and strange grace, I used to spend my days as the principal of the Denver Street School‘s East Campus before moving back to the little Alaskan village of Port Alsworth and splitting my time between school counseling for our local school district and coordinating logistics for my friends’ local air taxi. *Insert shameless plug for Lake & Peninsula Airlines here.*
These days I spend my evenings running around with my adopted teenage daughter, drinking tea, talking to my plants, dogs, and chickens, and writing on this here website to maintain my sanity and faith.
In “real life”, my loud, animated expressions and matching hand gestures are dead give aways as to what I’m passionate about. Spoiler alert for those of you who only know the “electronic version” of me: My passions lie where storytelling, adventure, cross-cultural ministry, and the opportunity to see the goodness of the Lord in the crappiest of situations intersect.
This blog isn’t anything fancy, because let’s be real, I don’t have a fancy bone in my body. All I long to do here is worship the One who Loves me and live out this beautiful life He has given me– the life I never knew I wanted.
“For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified.”
(1 Corinthians 2:2)
Louise in the Light 
The Lord led me to your page and posts/blog. Made me cry as I miss Alaska so much! I’m originally from Colorado, but it never felt like home, like Alaska did… Lost both parents during COVID…not the disease but the vaccines (that’s another story) but the grief is untold. I no longer really have a home-base or parents, my mom was my best friend. I moved to North Central Texas to be close to my one and only son, he’s almost 35, married no kids. I long to be a grandmother, but she is unable to have children (but with God all things are possible, right?!). Any way Texas is NOT me. I’m not young like you, i’m 61… officially maybe a “senior” … ugh! Long story short, I long for Alaska, the simpler way, the wilderness, the struggle that makes you smile in the winter, the fireweed in the summer…my friends… Why God has me here in Texas I do NOT know… I just don’t feel connected or like a belong… Born in the 60’s not really a hippie per se, lived through riotous times in the 80’s… but now, seek solitude, silence, serenity… Longing to be where my heart is, which is ultimately Heaven of course… where all my faithful departed are, and my Heavenly Father & JESUS! Alaska was a slice of Heaven on earth for me, less people more land…maybe the Lord will once again give me the desires of my heart, and make a way for me in the wilderness of this Life. God bless you.