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 12  Bad Weather & Good Will

Dec 12 Bad Weather & Good Will

“The opposite of faith is not doubt, but certainty. Certainty is missing the point entirely. Faith includes noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns. Faith also means reaching deeply within, for the sense one...

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Sunday’s Thought

Last night's Holly Jolly Follies, the now annual Christmas variety show (or at least annual as long as Suzy and Tod organize, direct, and stage it) was perfect, if I do say so myself. I got to be in three of the acts and have spent a busy week rehearsing, and that was...

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A Few Things to Make you Smile

Yesterday I was in the bookstore when Lucy Harrell came in with her friend Jim and I asked if she was buying gifts and she said, "No, I'm giving them." She handed Liz a check for 1,000 dollars for the Arts Council. (Liz's husband Tom is the president.) Liz gave it to...

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Repeat the Sounding Joy

I was so grumpy this morning that I had to say to myself "find the good" when I rolled out of bed at 5:15, which is kind of funny. I was at rehearsal last night from about 6-9 at the Chilkat Center for the Holly Jolly Follies (Saturday at 7pm. It will be a great show)...

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Sunday’s Thought

"Remember: you are not who you think you are. You are what you do. Be the kindness of soft rain. Be the beauty of light behind a tall fir. Be gratitude. Be gladness."--  Kathleen Dean Moore in Wild Comfort

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Friday’s News

The sun is out and the shadows are long. There's a north wind blowing and it's cooler. While there's no snow in town to speak of, we may have skating ice soon if the weather pattern holds. The line up for the Christmas Parade tomorrow is at about 3:45 or 4:00 at...

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Dad’s Christmas Letter

I have been writing Dad's annual Christmas letter, the one he always titles "Season's Greetings from Sunnyside Farm." My mom used to write the letter, but since she died, he has done it, with my help. Some years I have had more edits than others. But Papa Bob as we...

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