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.

Good Friday! (& a Sweet Preschool PostCard.)

It is a very good Friday, actually. The sun is shining, the swans are gliding in the river (20!), and the goats are low on the ridge. We saw our first wet bear tracks on the road this morning as we pedaled out to 15 mile and back. The solemnity of the church holiday...

Holy Days, Holy Week.

  An April Afternoon   Mix a bowl of blue sky, lightly spun clouds, and a flowing tide with a happy dog’s tail. Walk and Stir. Sift  twice.  Breathe, listen and look. Before you serve up gratitude, say a little Grace. Nothing fancy. Thank you is plenty.   I...

Sunday’s Thought

“When peace like a river attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, ‘It is well, it is well, with my soul.’ ”   —  A nice old Hymn that we sang today at the Blessing of the...

First Friday!

(Note that the previous title wrongly declared this to be the First Friday of August. The error was due to an auto-correct  feature that isn’t as smart as it ought to be. It is definitely only April. You haven’t missed summer. Phew.) It’s First...

Thursday Briefing

First, I’m on the mend, thanks to antibiotics. I tried all my home remedies and finally admitted defeat, and I’m glad I did. I feel much better but still have a nasty cough. It’s been going around though. One friend has had it for a month, another two weeks, and both...

Sunday’s Thought(s)

  – By Roz Chast in the New Yorker I showered, dressed,attended the matinee of Lynn Canal Community Players fabulous comedy (Neil Simon’s Last of the Red Hot Lovers) this afternoon because Chip and my friends said I couldn’t miss it. I assumed since...