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.

Walking and Talking Mines and Fish

The best thing, or one of the best things about December, is that I can walk with friends and dogs at dawn after a swim and breakfast. This morning we were full of chatter. Okay, I was, mostly. I had been nudged, by one of my walking friends who is a quiet, gentle...

It’s a Wonderful Town

I know I shouldn’t boast, but I live in great town. Honestly– watch this video of  Haines and my husband (and several other good people doing good things for us with the Chilkat Valley Community Foundation) and you will see I’m right. And while...

Sunday’s Thought

“Never doubt every bit of kindness, every tender touch we lay upon another life can heal what might otherwise have died, certainly in them, perhaps even in ourselves.” – Joan Chittister in The Rule of Benedict  

Thanksgiving

Yesterday around noon, all five grandchildren were tumbling around the living room, or being held, as was the the case for baby James (Eliza was nursing him) and Silvia Rose, who had collapsed in sleep onto JJ’s chest while she rocked her. The skating parents...

Talking Turkey

Eliza’s family arrives on today’s ferry at noon, and  JJ and Bryan ferry up from Juneau first thing tomorrow. The turkey is in the brine and I did put some spruce boughs in the window box by the door. I have shopped. The beds are made. I keep...

Irene set the Table with Gratitude

The power went out last night and I woke up when the low hum of the fridge stopped and the computer beeped, thinking I need to get it together for Thanksgiving, and started making mental lists: brine the turkey (at least it is thawed) make that new wild rice and...