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.
“There is joy in all”– from Welcome Morning, a poem by Anne Sexton. First let’s get our bearings: 6:10 am. Light. It’s raining, lightly, not much wind, the buds are greening, so is the seaweed and the grass. The tide is out and the...
“The entire edifice of American justice is built on the conviction that there is no guilt without proof beyond reasonable doubt — and that there is no unimportant person, at least not in the eyes of the law.” – Bret Stephens Lisa Murkowski 202-224-6665, Dan Sullivan...
“Come with rain, O loud southwester!/ Bring the singer, bring the nester/” – Robert Frost, from his poem “To a Thawing Wind.” 3:30 pm, 35 degrees, stormy, small craft advisory for southerly gusts to 40 knots. Rough seas and whitecaps. Feels like snow (it is in the...
From a Passover column in the Washington Post by Daniella Greenbaum Davis about the part her grandmother once played in their Seder feast, she has since died, when they retell the story of how the Jewish people were enslaved in Egypt and how through “signs, wonders...
“What is the idea that something exists, even if you can’t see it, if not the very definition of faith?” – Sloane Crosley in “Grief is for People”. (A wise, funny and moving memoir of grieving for her friend who died by suicide. You should read it.)...
A quick note from my desk to yours about historian Heather Cox Richardson and her daily “Letters from an American” posts. I subscribe and read it religiously. She is wise, writes well and is calm and brave. There are footnotes too, so you can check her...
