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 Heart for San Francisco

A Heart for San Francisco

  “When you are in a world where people are not behaving like human beings, strive to be a human being.” Rabbi Sydney Mintz, sharing an old Jewish saying on Yom Kippur.   I am still thinking about our spur of the moment, whirlwind Yom Kippur trip to San...

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Sunday’s Thought

Sunday’s Thought

And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites for they love to pray on the street corners and be seen by others. When you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen.--  From the Gospel according to Matthew

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Summer Vacation Post Card

Summer Vacation Post Card

It's early on the 5th of July. Chip and Eliza are off on a bike ride. Trixie has already been swimming and smells like it, and the house is a bit of a shambles. I am not ready for a coastal grandma photo shoot in mismatched PJs ( all I could find in the dryer, and I...

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Sunday’s Thought

Sunday’s Thought

"You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart."- Louise Erdrich

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Something Funny

Something Funny

Yesterday I thought my monthly Zoom writing group ( terrific, wise and witty women from all over) met at 8 AM Alaska time. I said I might be a few minutes late, since when it is not raining, I have a daily 6 AM date with my hardworking husband to ride our bikes 30...

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I’m Comfortable & That’s Why I Should Talk About Guns.

Yesterday I was reading emails and I saw a familiar name (I have readers, friends sort of now, who write or comment regularly), and Lora began her latest note like this : As a “Find the Good” kind of person, these senseless shootings have my heart aching to find good...

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Sunday’s Thought

Sunday’s Thought

I could have written yesterday, to you-- or begun that new book- or just a poem for me, but I stopped and smelled the lilacs, and took a bike ride with my husband and then went to the first Little League game of the season and watched my granddaughters, in real...

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