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 Nov. 19 Tenakee and Juneau

Sunday Nov. 19 Tenakee and Juneau

Winter solitude— In a world of one color The sound of wind.-- Basho Tenakee Springs, about 11 am, 30 degrees, east wind, cloudy with flurries. A big snowstorm is coming our way. There was ice on the puddles and frost on all the decks this morning, including the float...

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Sunday’s Thought

"In the midst of a mighty struggle to rid our nation of racial and economic injustice, I have heard so many ministers say, "Those are social issues which the gospel has nothing to do with," and I have watched so many churches commit themselves to a completely...

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Happy Tuesday

 Happy Tuesday.  Say it three times and make it so. Which will be challenging since it is raining and slushing. It feels like we are living in a cold shower lined with ice. The whole gripper thing is an issue as well. My preffered ice cleats are the micro-spikes. They...

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Sunday’s Thought

"Love shall be our token; love be yours and mine, love to God and neighbor, love for plea and gift and sign." --Christina Rossetti (From a Christmas hymn in the Episcopal Church Hymnal)  

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Story Time at Mimi’s

Caroline calls it Mimi Time, as in "I think I need some Mimi Time" (her name for me is Mimi) and I call it Caroline Time, as in "I think I need some Caroline Time." She is almost five, her birthday is next week, and I am almost 56, my birthday is in June. But we both...

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A Story for Wednesday

Monday I was driving home from town in the bitter cold and wind, the kind that sends swirling dust and snow clouds down the road in front of school and Mt. Market and whips the flags at the fire hall straight up. I toodled along by Deishu Drive where the speed...

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Follow Your Star

The wind must have shifted just enough last night to keep the whole town up. Pearl was pacing all night long. It sounds like thunder and feels like an earthquake to her. Naturally, she's in deep dreamland now. On the way to Morning Muscles lawn chairs skittered down...

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