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.

On the 4th Day of Christmas…

…my true love gave to me, four calling birds.  I know when the pool is about to open for the Early Bird swim at 6:30 when I hear the theme for the Birdnote program on my car radio. This morning, with the snow changing to rain, I was driving slowly on the icy...

As Ready as I’ll Ever Be

Is anyone ever really ready for Christmas?( I mean this in big and little picture ways. ) I woke at five saying, “I have to bake four coffee cakes!” Then I counted heads for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day and decided to wash the napkins. I didn’t...

Lovely Dark and Not so Deep

It really is lovely, in the rainy windy wet dark way that can be December in Haines, and walking on the beach yesterday made me feel “hale” like those young men in A Child’s Christmas in Wales. I have a cold, so have been sleeping and reading more,...

Home for the Holidays

Saturday morning I filled a box of homemade cookies-by-the pound to get ahead with my “baking” and support the Salvation Army, walked in the snow to the last holiday craft bazaar at the ANB Hall, and found some nice soap and candles, bread and chocolate,...

Sunday’s Thought

“How necessary it is to cultivate a spirit of joy. It is a psychological truth that the physical acts of reverence and devotion make one feel devout. The courteous gesture increases one’s respect for others. To act lovingly is to begin to feel loving, and...

Grace and Timing

When I wrote my first book I was run over by a truck. Literally. So I’m used to how the universe encourages humility and emphasizes what really matters. While my daughter was in labor last Friday, one of the many calls to my cell phone was a number I...