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.

Shameless Photos and One Thing at a Time, Please?

Finally snow! And lot’s of it, relatively. For this winter anyway. The plow just went by out on Mud Bay Road, and we have yet to shovel out the house. Morning Muscles was canceled. Marnie said to get our workout clearing snow. I have been panicked, slightly,...

Dancing at our Time of Day? You Bet.

“Dancing at our time of day?” Is a line from the play Dancing at Lughnasa, that I get to say about it not being proper for the so-called “mature” Irish sisters, all unmarried, to attend a dance. “Do you want us to be the laughing stock of...

Sunday’s Thought

From poet Mary Oliver: “Every day I walk out into the world  to be dazzled, then to be reflective. It suffices, it is all comfort– along with human love,  dog love, water love…”

You Can’t Ski on Rain

I’m trying to learn my lines for the play, Dancing at Lughnasa, and it is not as easy as I had hoped it would be. Then again, the nightly hurricanes this week have exhausted me, and I have trouble concentrating when I’m groggy. Pearl reacts to the wind and...

School Sale Update

I have had several notes from out of towners concerning the last letter about the Mosquito Lake School and what will happen to it.  After listening to everyone talk about how important it was, as both a school and  a community center, the manager withdrew his request...

Hope as a Course of Action

I’ve been getting teased a bit about telling Borough Manager Sosa that hope is a course of action in Haines. It happened at the last planning commission meeting (I’m on the commission). We had just listened to an hour of testimony from folks who want to the keep...