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.

So Long Old Friend

It was always hard to get a picture of Phoebe, as she kept her distance, yet was always nearby. She has been pretty sick for four or five days, and this morning she died. She was about sixteen, maybe seventeen. Three digits in dog years. She occupied our home during a...

Sunday’s Thought

“Where saints and angels dwell above, All hearts are knit in holy love; O bind in us that heavenly chain, Give peace, O God, give peace again.” — The hymn “O God of love, O King of peace” , words by Sir Williams Henry Baker, and others....

Peace Like a Walk on the River

This morning at 6:30 after my three choir boys said goodbye, Jerusa, Godfrey and Trevor joined the rest of the African Children’s Choir on the sidewalk in front of the Presbyterian Church and sang an a cappella benediction in what sounded, in that dusky dawn...

Choir Boys as Sweet as, well, Choir Boys!

I am hanging out with the stars of the show tonight at the Chilkat Center. I am used to hosting entertainers,  and catering to the needs of singers. Bluesman John Hammond liked fresh, yellow, un-blemished bananas (not always a sure thing in Haines) and Silver Oak...

Sunday’s Thoughts

Here’s how life changes for 12-15 years in one choice. (For the better, I mean) : I walk Pearl on the beach, meet my friend Beth and her dog Lucy, and they have already picked up John walking his dog Buddy, and John says he and his wife Meg are tired, since they...