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.

What’s Happening This Week?

Chip asks me that every Monday–  This week things will gradually return to normal some more. He is weight bearing to 20 percent on the right leg, riding an exercise bike a little bit (ten-fifteen minutes a day) and doing some limited leg lifts. This morning he...

Sunday’s Thought

In the 1850s, a long time before Facebook, Twitter, email, NYTimes.com and CNN, Henry David Thoreau was worried about how often his neighbors checked their mail and read the newspaper (once a week should suffice, he said) because, he wrote, “I believe the mind...

A Big Day

I like to imagine the bear families silently padding past the house while I’m sleeping. There’s a path through the grass in the yard, and a place where it’s flattened, where they took a nap. The raspberry canes have been tugged over.  There’s...

Like a Root and a Rock

Is it a coincidence that I have walked down the same path nearly every day for fifteen years or so, and have never seen the root holding the big rock, bigger than a bowling ball, skyward, just a few feet off the trail, until two days ago, and now I cannot miss it? And...

A New-Old Teacher, Vote! …and something to OM about.

  Oh my gosh– Greg Brittenham, the former Knicks coach who has had a place here for a while, is the new PE teacher at the Haines School for grades K-12. I will let his bio from the school web site speak for itself:   Having recently resigned from his position as...

Sunday’s Thought

  “We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure, but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world.”– Jack Gilbert