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.
The priest began his Epiphany homily with the old joke: If three wise women had traveled to see the birth of baby Jesus, they would not have needed to follow a star. They would have asked for directions, and they would have arrived on time, no doubt a little early...
At least I’ve heard it’s a record, and it sure feels like one. The sun came out yesterday, the north gales continue, and the highs are around 15. The pool opened again this morning, and a few of us were even there. Heavy snow is forecast for Monday. In the...
“One must have a mind of winter…” Wallace Stevens from his poem, The Snow Man The winter storm warning continues until noon today. It’s still dark and snowing hard. Chip has already shoveled the paths for us and the dogs, and we are waiting for Jack and his loader to...
“Advisory: Heavy drifted snow has made multiple roads impassable. Vehicles are getting stuck. Crews are clearing roads. Travel not advised.” – The Haines Borough Police Department There’s that, and pretty much everything is closed. Since no one should be...
My favorite Christmas book is actually a long poem by Dylan Thomas, illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman, A Child’s Christmas in Wales. And with all this snow, and a houseful of children who will remember a snowy Christmas like this one for the rest of their lives, I...
I am up early, to bake the coffee cakes, like that old Dunkin Donuts commercial, my song is “Time to make the coffee cakes.” The two I made yesterday didn’t work out. They appear flatter than they should be. But, my daughter says they will taste fine. Of course they...
