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 Little News for Subscribers

A Little News for Subscribers

I have decided to show up on Substack, but you don't have to if that's not your thing. I am simply sharing the same posts that are on the blog that you will continue read here or  get in your email. I also will never share your email address or the subscriber list...

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Sunday’s Thought

Sunday’s Thought

"Do you smell the fragrance of berry bushes in spring, the fragrance of summer's wet soil, the fragrance of fall sockeye becoming older in the creek? Everything on our fragrant scrap of earth knows when the time is right to make its move." -  Ernestine Hayes, The Tao...

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Awe and Wonder

Awe and Wonder

On the radio Jerry Lee Lewis is singing "You Are My Sunshine" and Tom, the volunteer DJ just said, we have to "make our own sunshine" until that "golden orb" that's up there somewhere returns. April was so warm and sunny, that I guess May decided to make up for it....

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One Thing I Know

One Thing I Know

  When an old friend dies, the best thing to do is  to go play with young friends, preferably very young friends, and if you are really lucky, they will be your grandchildren.   Happy dogs are good for the heart too, And doughnuts. Don't forget doughnuts....

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Goodbye to Betty

Goodbye to Betty

It has been a hard few weeks, as my friend Betty was dying and then did, and we had a funeral. I was going to write something short and smart, but I can’t just yet, so instead, I hope you forgive me if I share the entire eulogy (and this kind of odd photo a friend...

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Spirits in the Snow

Spirits in the Snow

I saw a flock of snow buntings, a harrier, and a pack of playful crows today as I hustled the dogs down the beach with the northerly gale at my back (I returned on snowshoes through the woods, where the fresh 2 feet of snow had drifted in places higher than my hips.)...

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April, Finally.

April, Finally.

"What would the world be without music or rivers or the green of tender grass? What would this world be without dogs?"-- Mary Oliver And it is National Poetry Month. I was looking for just the right poem to share today- or part of one-- and I cracked open Dog Songs by...

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