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.

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Nov 28 Falling in Love With This Place Again

Nov 28 Falling in Love With This Place Again

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under...

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Their Mom is 30 Today

I would like to tell you something profound about how I feel today-- kind of warm and teary, to tell you the truth-  because 30 years ago this afternoon at 1 o'clock my daughter Sarah was born on the Haines clinic in a blizzard--  (WAIT! WHOOPS? Sarah wasn't born...

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Oh My Gosh

I've been saying that a lot lately-- it has been beautiful-- as well as "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph." And "Mother of God," because of the play.  I am Kate, a proper, pious woman. But sadly, things are all going to hell for her by the second act. (Although she would...

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Sunday’s Thought

From June Callwood: "If people were kinder, they would be happier. If they were happier, more people would be kindly. If more people were happy the world would be kinder. If the world were kinder it might survive." I have been thinking about that-- and about Annie...

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Greetings From Studio A in Windy Juneau

I have spent three days recording the audio book of Find the Good for HighBridge Audio Books at Betsy Simms' Studio A here in Juneau at the Juneau Arts and Humanities Council. (Once I got the part to basically play myself, I asked if we could do the recording...

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Monday’s Post Card of a Windy Sunday

The ferry from Juneau was canceled, so all the swim meet kids and the junior high basketball tournament kids are still here until today's ferry. James and his mother decided to stay until tomorrow's quieter, less crowded boat, when all three of us will head down to...

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Sunday’s Thought

Hold a baby to your ear As you would a shell: Sounds of centuries you hear New centuries foretell.   Who can break  a baby's code? And which is older-- The listener or his small load? The held or the holder?                     --- "Conch", a poem by E.B....

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