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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Manic March

Manic March

I am not myself when Chip is away, to paraphrase that Kathy Mattea song that always makes me cry--  Where've You Been, about Claire and Edwin who never spent a night apart in 60 years and now they are in separate beds on separate floors of a hospital. Don't worry,...

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Everything is Fine

Yesterday my daughter Sarah said I really have to check in, as you are worried something may be wrong. Everything is fine. My daughter  Stoli is still up in Anchorage, and that baby is still growing inside of her, so it has been a very big three weeks, development...

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No Such Thing as “a” Baby…

I wish I had my camera yesterday when little Lani and I were on the beach, and saw two kite boarders skipping over the surf, flying between the cove and Pyramid Island in the strong wind-- and how one, my neighbor James, who has a South African accent, came zooming...

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Jammin’ of Different Flavor

My schedule has been turned on its head thanks to a darling 17 month old, which is a good thing-- as I'm a little tired, frankly, and appreciate the slower, gentler pace.  The best thing about having little children around is that as long you don't try to do anything...

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The Fam A-Team to the Rescue

First, the great good news is that Stoli is well, she and Nels are in Anchorage  and the doctors have stopped the labor, and hope to keep it stopped for at least 2 more weeks (Stoli is 34 weeks today, term is 40, but their 17 month old Lani was 2 weeks...

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Taking a Walk

I've been humming that John Prine tune, "I'm taking a walk, going outside..." this weather has a pull stronger than gravity. And who can say no to Pearl and her ball? And a person can't work all day. A writer on a deadline must stretch her legs. Breathe deeply, and...

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Sun Drunk

This weather just has me all sun drunk-- it is crazy, and beautiful, and as Mary Jean just said on the phone (she had dialed my number by mistake, but we had a nice chat anyway), it even smells like summer used to when she was a kid in San Diego-- the sand, the sea,...

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