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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The Third of November

The Third of November

This is the month of nuts and nutty thoughts- that November whose name sounds so bleak and cheerless-- perhaps it is that the harvest of thought is worth more than all the other crops of the year.-- Henry David Thoreau 37 degrees, drizzle, calm, low tide. Today is...

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Life Goes On. Thank Goodness.

I just talked to my friend Tim who is in Montana preparing to bury his mother-- she had been declining a while-- and she was old, and as he said, it was time. But it's never easy. He said her wish was for me to write her obituary, and so I will. I actually don't so...

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Sunday’s Thought

  "You hear a lot of dialogue on the death of the American family. Families aren't dying. They're merging into big conglomerates."- Erma Bombeck   And.. a word of advice to mothers of all stripes from my Mother's Day card: "It's all fun and games until someone winds...

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A Mess of Not Really News

There is so much to tell you that I'm a little overwhelmed. I don't even have kids in school anymore-- but those poor parents (and teachers) are exhausting me from just seeing the many end-of-the-year celebrations and events. Prom, concerts, the track meet this...

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Za Za Zoom

The best news I've heard in a longtime is that Haines is getting a Zamboni for our natural-ice-outdoor hockey rink built and maintained by an all volunteer crew at the Fairgrounds. Turns out the mayor of Haines Junction, Yukon Territory ( about 160 miles over the pass...

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Sunday’s Thought

"For the peace of the world, that a spirit of respect and forbearance may grow among nations and peoples, we pray to you, O Lord."- The Book of Common Prayer

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Hello, Summer.

 Yesterday at four when my daughter and two of the grand daughters-- Ivy (almost 2) and Caroline (4)-- and I headed for ice cream at the Hungry Moose the bank sign flashed 70. Which means everyone was dressed for 90. Little children were in sun rompers, their moms and...

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