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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Lettuce and Love

Lettuce and Love

Advent Thoughts for Monday, Dec. 1 “We live in a world created by an architect greater than ourselves.”- The Rev. Dr. Jessica Chicka The sun came out today for a little bit. Tenakee Avenue was busy with walkers and cyclists and dogs. (There are no cars in this city of...

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Sunday’s Thought

Sunday’s Thought

“In the external scheme of things, shining moments are as brief as the twinkling of an eye, yet such twinklings are what eternity is made of — moments when we human beings can say 'I love you,' 'I'm proud of you,' 'I forgive you,' 'I'm grateful for you.' That's what...

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What We Remember

What We Remember

Kate DiCamillo, who wrote one of my favorite books ever, about a girl and her dog and love, family and community -- Because of Winn-Dixie-- (I know it's for children but good stories are good stories and great writing is great writing)- Kate says that everything she...

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Sunday’s Thought

Sunday’s Thought

Where shall I look for Enlightenment? -- by Joan Chittister Where shall I look for Enlightenment?” the disciple asked. “Here,” the elder said. “When will it happen?” the disciple asked. “It is happening right now,” the elder answered. “Then why don’t I experience it?”...

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Epiphany

Epiphany

Chip is back at work, and I am baking a birthday cake for two granddaughters who are celebrating January birthdays tomorrow. One turns three and one will be thirteen. (Impossible? Apparently not.) Mateo's brother has the pukes and his mother isn't feeling great either...

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On the 12th Day of Christmas

On the 12th Day of Christmas

I listened to Christmas carols, the traditional  kind from an English church choir, as I pedaled to nowhere on the stationary bike at 6 am. Later, I took a walk at sunrise (well, around ten? it felt like sunrise anyway), before the kids from Australia came over from...

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On the Ninth Day of Christmas..

On the Ninth Day of Christmas..

We burned the trees. I know, we should save them until Epiphany (Jan. 6) but they had their own plans and basically shed so many needles by the time the lights were unwound that I could shovel mine off the floor. There is something elemental about a bonfire in...

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