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.
Homer, Home and Henry

Homer, Home and Henry

Yesterday I opened a crate of stuff I’d shipped from Dad’s farm to Haines. It has been in the barn at our lumberyard for two weeks, since it arrived just as I headed off to Homer for a week at The Kachemak Bay Writers’ Conference. I was inspired by...
A Time to Keep

A Time to Keep

Welcome Henry! Our tenth grandchild was born Saturday, and he, along with my daughter JJ, her husband Bryan and big sister  Emilia are doing just grand. It’s been a quiet time, this waiting, and wondering and all the little worries that come with...
Sunday’s Thought

Sunday’s Thought

I’m home, after cleaning out my parents’ old house on the farm they loved, and saying goodbye to all of it. Yes, it’s  a lot. I promised myself I wouldn’t take too much stuff, that I’d be good about tossing, weeding, giving it away. Then...
In the Midst of Life

In the Midst of Life

I was cleaning up the house and folding laundry I’d tossed on the bed in Papa Bob’s room because some of the grandchildren were coming over (it is spring break)– when the phone rang and my friend Don asked for the measurements of the cardboard mailer...
Sunday’s Thoughts

Sunday’s Thoughts

Don’t worry, spiders,  I keep house casually.   – Issa AND He leads  the humble in what is right, and teaches the humble his way. – Psalm 25   I am being paid back for all of my socializing last weekend with a cold. It’s not Covid ( I have...
Wednesday’s Thought?

Wednesday’s Thought?

Oh help me. How can it be Weds already? Time is galloping. Has it been two years since Emilia was born literally the day before the pandemic began in earnest here? Yes. Now look … If it makes any difference, I do talk to you a lot. I have all kinds of stuff to...