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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Season’s Greetings

Season’s Greetings

The last cruise ship of the season is here. So is the first day full day of Fall, and also right on time: white frosting on the high peaks and ridges-- I don't like to call it termination dust, since the first snow on the mountains feels as much like a beginning as an...

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The Difference Between Two and 52

This is the difference between two and 52: when you are two you can push an empty stroller all day long and everyone thinks you are adorable,  but if you do that when you are 52 you are either a bag lady or a terrible grandma who has misplaced  the baby. (I had walked...

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Sunday’s Thought

"Place conspires with the artist. We are surrounded by our own story, we live and move in it. It is through place that we put out roots."- Eudora Welty  

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Jump and Sing

Krista Kielsmeier, the intrepid cub reporter from Iowa at the Chilkat Valley News, is trying to get a women's basketball league going, and is hoping to see all players at the school gym tonight from 7-8:30 when the regular open gym begins. She tried to recruit me,...

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Small World

This  morning I asked my husband what was going on in town and he said, "nothing, everybody's getting out of here." Well, we're still here. But at the library board meeting yesterday we didn't have a quorum as board members are on trips  or the start of annual winter...

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Occupying Small-town Alaska

 About 30 of us showed up in the cold rain for the Occupy Haines rally Saturday at noon. Mike Denker organized it. He works at the fuel company. He had called me earlier, and said he just thought we should do something about the state of our country, no matter what...

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Sunday’s Thought

All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, all things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all.- #405, 1982 Episcopal Hymnal. Words by Cecil Frances Alexander, music Royal Oak.  And honestly, what else is a grandmother to do but break into...

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