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.

Happy Friday

It’s been a busy week.  It’s amazing how much I can do when a book is done. I cleaned the chicken, lunchbox yoga-d,  stacked the last cord of firewood from the shed onto the porch, Morning Muscle-d, swam, paid up my swim-a-thon pledges,  sent a check to...

A Poem from John Schnabel

   If you live in Haines then I am sure  you know ’em  It’s where Heather writes your obit and Christy writes your poem.- John Schnabel   John wrote this little ditty about my weird occupation- obituary writer– and Christy Fowler’s elegiac...

The Winter Flu’s Last Gasp?

Well, we can hope.  I should have been suspicious when one friend said she came down with food poisoning on the ferry on her way home from a winter Outside, but her husband didn’t, and no one else on board seemed to either. Or Sunday night when Dave (of the...

Lucky April 7

My favorite typo of the month, okay maybe ever, is on Jim Greene’s Alaska Weather Calendar, which is also my favorite calendar ever, as it has all kinds of weather information not available anywhere else. In April in addition to all the monthly climate data from...

Sunday’s Thought

“We talk about how the world is changing, but what we’re really talking about is how we are changing the world. It doesn’t have to be. I’ve yet to see a man improve a tree.” — Kim Heacox in The Only Kayak

Punctual Snow

Ivy’s face says it all. Oh no! Snow! It figures, since her sister Caroline found the Christmas decorations in a closet last night and set up the little tree, and had me read (and sing) The Twelve Days of Christmas while she hung the corresponding ornaments on...