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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A Last Day of Family Christmas Thought.

A Last Day of Family Christmas Thought.

  "In a culture of gratitude, everyone knows that gifts will follow the circle of reciprocity and flow back to you again. This time you give, and the next time you recieve." -- Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass.  

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It’s a Busy Bird Week

On the radio this morning Tom reminded everyone  of what a busy "bird week" this is-- what with eaglefest followed so closely by Thanksgiving. (Good thing that old Ben Franklin didn't get his wish and make our national bird a turkey. Then we might be eating eagles.)...

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A Night in Klukwan

I offered to drive a friend to the annual fund-raising dinner in Klukwan Saturday night, and then another friend heard, and asked if he could come, and then another, and well, what with the kids' car seat, my Subaru Forester  gets a little small for a 25 mile drive....

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Sunday’s Thought

"The term 'political' means to me that there are some opposing parties to a given idea. Communism is political. Capitalism is political. Who's gonna take out the garbage is political. But peace? C'mon. Is there a person on the face of this earth that hasn't stood up...

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An October-November Postcard

I have been a little busy-- what with leg surgery stuff, Ted's thing, getting ready for winter, the family far and near, writing-- and just this morning chasing a hawk out of the chicken coop-- so forgive me for not posting a few more pictures. I do add them to...

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Time Flies.

I am so glad that I don't have to keep checking the web, listening to the radio and clicking back and forth between opposing news channels on the TV anymore--  the election sucked my time like a black hole. It also made me very anxious for what turns out was no...

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Vote, Breathe, Pray.

  My husband's hunting buddy called this morning, just like he does every morning, and he asked how the weather was over here on Mud Bay where all the hippies live, and I said lovely. The sun is out, it is a new day dawning, full of hope and change. (It is raining and...

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