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.
“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” ― Henry James Chip took the little kids and big dogs for a walk while I tidied up, watered the flowers and called a friend in the hospital. He...
On Wednesday at noon I went to mass. A lot has been happening that I am grateful for. I thought I was a little late, but it looked like I was early. I peeked in the chapel and came back to the vestibule, and saw Father Ko (please call me Michael) a missionary from...
Do all the good you can, By all the means you can, In all the ways you can, In all the places you can, At all the times you can, To all the people you can, As long as you ever can. -Attributed to John Wesley Chip and I rode in the Kluane to Chilkat International Bike...
Joy is not made to be a crumb.- Mary Oliver Hi, I have been thinking of you. I have been in Tenakee for most of March, shoveling snow! So much snow, every day, and working on and on off on a couple of projects, a how-to write an obituary book, a collection of essays,...
The Elizabeth Peratrovich Day celebration was just what I needed — I know it’s only one small chapter in the book of time bending toward justice, as Martin Luther King Jr. said—but it felt bigger. The event, on a Tuesday morning at 9:30 in the Haines School gym,...
“We can write our senators, particularly now this week, when funding for these agencies is being debated. Perhaps the most important message of all is that this is our moment to determine who we are as Americans, who we are as the United States of America.Minnesota is...
