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.

The Eve of the Christmas Eve

It is tad crazy here, in the best way– plus the snow is so beautiful and deep and white it’s like Mother Nature gave the whole town new clothes for Christmas. Here’s a post card:

Sunday’s Thought

Last night’s Holly Jolly Follies, the now annual Christmas variety show (or at least annual as long as Suzy and Tod organize, direct, and stage it) was perfect, if I do say so myself. I got to be in three of the acts and have spent a busy week rehearsing,...

A Few Things to Make you Smile

Yesterday I was in the bookstore when Lucy Harrell came in with her friend Jim and I asked if she was buying gifts and she said, “No, I’m giving them.” She handed Liz a check for 1,000 dollars for the Arts Council. (Liz’s husband Tom is the...

Repeat the Sounding Joy

I was so grumpy this morning that I had to say to myself “find the good” when I rolled out of bed at 5:15, which is kind of funny. I was at rehearsal last night from about 6-9 at the Chilkat Center for the Holly Jolly Follies (Saturday at 7pm. It will be a...

Sunday’s Thought

“Remember: you are not who you think you are. You are what you do. Be the kindness of soft rain. Be the beauty of light behind a tall fir. Be gratitude. Be gladness.”–  Kathleen Dean Moore in Wild Comfort

Friday’s News

The sun is out and the shadows are long. There’s a north wind blowing and it’s cooler. While there’s no snow in town to speak of, we may have skating ice soon if the weather pattern holds. The line up for the Christmas Parade tomorrow is at about...