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.

Presents or Presence or Maybe Both?

The good news about the rain, is that it feels like Fall, and when it feels later, the Fair doesn’t sneak up on me as much. The other day I thought I may have already missed it. (No! It’s this weekend.) But that’s my life at the moment. (Garden...

Sunday’s Thought

From a poem, “Snow Geese”, by Mary Oliver (her arrangement of words,  a little like geese flying, see?) Oh to love what is lovely, and will not last!        What a task            to ask of anything, or anyone yet it is ours,    and not by the century or...

Hospice Fair Booth Wants Your Pies

I had this note waiting in my email when the internet came back on: “Helllloooo, Last night Nancy dreamt anxiously that the Fair started today. And we weren’t ready…So, I’m in the swing of it now—the asking for desserts.So if you can think of folks who have...

Shake, Prattle and Can

I meant to give you a wonderful update and some brilliant insights yesterday– but then we had an earthquake so I couldn’t. Really. 5.9 at 2:54 in the morning. It shook Pearl and I right off the couch, and as it kept shaking, I thought I better get up and...

Happy Tuesday

I am up early, as I had hoped to get to Morning Muscles at 6:00 while Chip was still sleeping– but it was canceled as Marnie texted very early– 5:30– that she needed some sleep.  (Happy Tuesday!) There have been bears up on the hill in her...

Monday’s Art News ( Sort of)

It is now four weeks since Chip’s surgery, and we are all settling in, in one way, and moving forward in others, and there is progress, all positive, but healing bones takes time and patience, and certain amount of creative thinking, like a lot of good things...