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

“As I grew older, I realized I only had questions. For a long time this made me feel vulnerable and afraid, and then suddenly, as though I’d reached a kind of emotional puberty, it made me feel vulnerable and comfortable.” – Anna...

Friday Already?

I should have said, “September already?” (Tonight I’m looking forward to September’s First Friday from 5-7 downtown, I saw John Hagen hanging his photography exhibit at Joanie’s gallery, and there are new art pieces in...

Our Bodies and Our Lives

I am still trying to get back in the dance of normal days after weeks of being here and yon. And now I’m running for assembly, which may seem crazy, but my not so sub-conscious motive is that then I will have to be home and so can’t say yes to events that...

Sunday’s Thought

Yes, I am home from Tenakee, and was woken up this morning by a black and white domestic bunny rabbit thumping on the back door. He hopped under the greenhouse when I opened it. And last night we went to a wedding, in the warm evening out at the fairgrounds,...

Off to the Spa.. Alaska Style

I’m on my way to Tenakee Springs, a tiny village on an island south of here, to see my friends Teresa and Larry, and meet with the Tenakee Springs book club. I have also packed flip-flops for the bath. That’s the public bath house with a natural hot...

Obits and Preschools: Life Really is a Wheel

Bruce Weber, a long time New York Times obituary writer, said goodbye in a retirement column today with this observation that rings true even for my work in the much smaller Chilkat Valley News: “…obituary writing is important work. An obituary is, after...