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.

Sunday’s Thought

“Where, after all, do universal human rights begin? In small places, close to home – so close and so small that they cannot be seen on any maps of the world. Yet they are the world of the individual person; the neighborhood he lives in; the school or college he...

Reading Weather

Wind chills to 25 below, singing “Earth as hard as iron, water like a stone”– navigating paths, driveways, and streets “brushed with brooms of steel” with cleats on my boots,– and the darkness! It’s so dark after Christmas is...

Change in the Weather

Talk about a dramatic weather forecast! This is the latest from NOAA on the Upper Lynn Canal for the next few days. This also means today’s ferry has been canceled, and there are no home basketball games this weekend, since the Petersburg boys and girls teams...

The Good Word

I do get teased, especially now that I am on the borough assembly, about that title Find the Good. I should have predicted that. But now the funny thing is that I’ve cultivated the habit of doing it a lot more than I used to. I mean, I meant to, but, you know...

New Year’s Postcard

Happy First Day of 2017! (The sunrise and sunset on the pond are only about two hours apart..)  

Faith and Hope

I bought myself Mary Oliver’s new essay collection for Christmas. Of one winter, she writes, “there was so much darkness. Darkness of nature, darkness of event, darkness of spirit. The sprawling darkness of not knowing…”  Sound familiar? Then...