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.
If We Make it Through December

If We Make it Through December

It was a Merle Haggard kind of day. When I told the carpenter and my husband that I had my radio show today and could only work this morning and there was a lot to do still– they laughed, and suggested that I had higher priorities, such as dusting and setting up...

December is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful…

Which makes no sense, but is a riff on a Jimmy Buffet tune, and he is one of my favorites thanks to a college roommate from Florida who brought his albums to our Vermont dorm room in 1981.The line comes from popular The Weather is Beautiful, Wish You Were Here style...
December 4th Sunday’s Thought

December 4th Sunday’s Thought

Last night when the puppy woke me at 1:50  to go out to pee and poop (why he poops more at night I do not know). I pulled on a coat and boots and walked him  down the hard-packed snow path to the beach. There were stars, and a moon, and I could hear the ice moving in...
The Third of December

The Third of December

Have you noticed a pattern? (Hint: three in a row.) I’m trying to be my own Advent calendar. Blame it on the daily Advent devotion from Marsh Chapel at Boston University. (I started listening to the Sunday services during the pandemic and still do, except not on...
Dec 2

Dec 2

“There is always light. If only we’re brave enough to see it. If only we’re brave enough to be it.” — Amanda Gorman It is the 2nd anniversary of the fatal slide and life-altering weather event. It seems both far and near– so much has happened since then, and we...
December 1

December 1

My day began at 5:28 with a friend texting “Rabbbbit Rabbbbit HOLY MOLY it’s December!?!”  I was up. Chip was already doing his calisthenics on the living room floor and Trixie had taken his warm spot on the bed as soon as he vacated it. Jeff was...