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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Something Funny

Chip fell sound asleep after lunch in the middle of total chaos. I thought you'd like that. (There's more. Wait for it.) First there is this, from right now up at Sarah's house during a family spaghetti night following the Christmas parade: I told Caroline that since...

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Sunday’s Thought

A Mother's Day holiday was first envisioned in 1870 by Julia Ward Howe (of the Battle Hymn of the Republic fame) who was still reeling from the carnage of the Civil War when the Franco-Prussian War broke out, when she declared that there should be a day where mothers...

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Waiting for the Sun to Shine

 It is a kind waiting day-- waiting for the rain and wind to stop so I can garden, waiting for Sarah to have the baby, waiting for the temperature to warm-up so the chicks can move to the coop, waiting for the inspiration to write something brilliant for the new book,...

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A Little News

 I am a little out of touch thanks to trips to Florida and then Anchorage and the arrival of our son and his friend from Mt. Baker this week (for the summer) and the tiny worry about when  I'll head to Juneau to care for grand daughter Caroline while daughter Sarah...

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We Are UAA

I had just about the best seat in the Sullivan Arena for my daughter JJ's graduation from the University of Alaska Anchorage on Sunday, and certainly the best I'd had when her three older siblings graduated from Bowdoin, Washington State, and CU Boulder. That's...

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Off to Anchorage for Graduation

'Tis the season-- the home track meet begins this afternoon, tomorrow is the community-wide kick off for the pick-up-the-trash- that-blew-out- of-the-truck-shed-your hand- God only knows where it all came from-- and now has migrated to the brush, roadsides, ditches,...

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Taking Care of Cyclists and Eagles in the Eagle Preserve

My husband Chip and I cycled out to the Chilkat Bald Eagle Preserve  parking lot, and on the way back my rear wheel popped a spoke. It just went "ping" and I wobbled to a stop. Chip, being ever chivalrous (and just like me) saw no reason to cut short his ride, so he...

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