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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Dec 23 Christmas Card

Dec 23 Christmas Card

I love the snow. I love a houseful for dinner at Christmas and really I love when the house is all quiet in the morning and it's just me, and the tree lights, and a cup of coffee with cream. Today I had two. I may need three. There is a winter storm warning all day...

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The Moose Are Safe for Now

There have been 14 moose taken in the hunt so far (at least as of last night according to the white board in the window of the Fish & Game office). We didn't get one of them, but, as Chip says, we shot one last year, and so can't complain, "The odds are against it...

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Moose Hunt Logic

So, I am in a bit of trouble. The plumber arrived this morning to fix something in the basement that has to do with winter ventilation. The fan has been broken all summer, but needs to be working by the time it gets cold. I was surprised to see him, since I know he's...

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Monday,Funday

Chip, my ever low key husband, who does not, as I do, love a good party, except with his family which he argues is plenty (and he has a point, there are enough of us that we are a crowd.. five kids, plus four terrific sons-in-laws, and five grandchildren.. not to...

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Sunday’s Thought: Hold hands, Say I Love You.

I have spent two hours thumbing through books, searching folded pages and underlines, Googling around on love, loss, marriage, life-- to find a proper "thought" for Sunday 9-11. It's challenging. There's so much grief in the stories we are hearing and telling again...

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100 for 60? Check!

Chip rode 100 miles for his 60th birthday on Saturday. (As he said, 'What I'd really like for my birthday is for us to ride a 100 miles') I think I told you that already. Also, he won't be 60 until next week, but he didn't want to miss his opportunity, weather wise...

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Sunday’s Thought

"As I grew older, I realized I only had questions. For a long time this made me feel vulnerable and afraid, and then suddenly, as though I'd reached a kind of emotional puberty, it made me feel vulnerable and comfortable." - Anna Quindlen

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