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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To Live’s to Fly

Brian Doyle says that religion, and religious practice-- like attending a specific church say-- is the boat believers and seekers choose to carry us over the sea of faith. It's harder to swim that alone, and even more challenging to do it without any kind of map or...

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Home Again Dancing a Haiku?

 Thanks to poet Emily Wall and the Skagway writers symposium last week, I'm learning to write haikus. You know, those short poems with typically-- and best to begin with this form-- three lines of five, seven, and five syllables each that you compose by counting on...

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Sunday’s Thought

This is kind of a long thought, a column actually, in the Alaska Dispatch News today.  It's about the Klukwan artifacts returning to the new heritage and cultural center. But it's really about faith. I just returned from Skagway and the Northwords Writers Symposium,...

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Whacky Wednesday

I have been full steam ahead on the garden, family, and preparing to head to Skagway for the Northwords Writers Symposium (today thru Saturday.) I'll hop a fast ferry from the cruise ship dock right after I do my reading on the ship from 4-5. I haven't packed. I...

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Sunday’s Thought

"God, or the gods, are invisible, quite understandable. But holiness is visible, entirely." -- Mary Oliver This is from Mary Oliver's new book of poems, Felicity. (This is how I find Sunday's Thought: with a cup of coffee, in my pajamas, on Sunday morning, browsing...

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Stopping by the Beach on a Sunny Evening

I could say also say ' whose beach this is I think I know'-- but then I'd get stuck in Frost's rhyme and the theme too-- which isn't related to this story at all. The beach is really the town's, but was here long before there was a town, and even was once part of...

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