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.
“One must have a mind of winter…” Wallace Stevens from his poem, The Snow Man The winter storm warning continues until noon today. It’s still dark and snowing hard. Chip has already shoveled the paths for us and the dogs, and we are waiting for Jack and his loader to...
“Advisory: Heavy drifted snow has made multiple roads impassable. Vehicles are getting stuck. Crews are clearing roads. Travel not advised.” – The Haines Borough Police Department There’s that, and pretty much everything is closed. Since no one should be...
My favorite Christmas book is actually a long poem by Dylan Thomas, illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman, A Child’s Christmas in Wales. And with all this snow, and a houseful of children who will remember a snowy Christmas like this one for the rest of their lives, I...
I am up early, to bake the coffee cakes, like that old Dunkin Donuts commercial, my song is “Time to make the coffee cakes.” The two I made yesterday didn’t work out. They appear flatter than they should be. But, my daughter says they will taste fine. Of course they...
For the mind can build itself a home, but only the heart can live in it– Mark Nepo, from his poem, Art Lesson It has been a very busy day so I’m afraid I’ll be brief — the family has descended from far and near ( well, Juneau, and Young and...
“All along the echoes sing the same delight.” — Susan Cooper, in her poem, “The Shortest Day”. It is getting down to the Christmas wire. The radio station is playing all the grumpy Christmas songs. To be fair to KHNS, community radio for...
