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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Sunday’s Thought

Sunday’s Thought

And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites for they love to pray on the street corners and be seen by others. When you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen.--  From the Gospel according to Matthew

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Sunday’s Thought

It is the morning after a good wedding and our own 29th anniversary, so here's a verse from Leah Furnas's poem, The Longly-Weds Know - "That it isn't about the Golden Anniversary at all, But about all the unremarkable years that Hallmark doesn't even make a card for."

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Morning Grace

This morning on our bike ride my husband said that drafting is the cycling equivalent of spooning. "It's so comfortable you don't want to leave." That was what I was thinking when he woke me up at five to ride. But I know what he means. I think that envelope of easy...

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Welcome Happy Morning

Of course my camera battery was dead, so you can't see we women of Morning Muscles class all stretching and bending on our yoga mats in a circle in the sun at the end of the cruise ship dock. ( I was pretty proud of myself for remembering the camera and waking up on...

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Backyard Post Card

I have a busy day with two obituaries to write, and that always weighs a little heavy on my heart, as I think any passing of life should, but first I had to water the garden and let the chicks out into their run, and figured you may want to come along with me. It is a...

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Sunday’s Thought

In honor of the 19th annual Kluane to Chilkat International Bike Relay, which a Lende family team ( and 1175 other cyclists from Alaska and the Yukon ) completed with flying colors yesterday: "Every time I see an adult on a bicycle I no longer despair for the future...

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A Little Bird Came to Dinner Last Night

Lyndsey brought her bird Gus for dinner last night. He's a wild bird, and none of us could say for sure what kind, even with the Sibley's bird book, because he ( I suspect she, actually, because of the not very bright coloring) is still so young. Friends found the...

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