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.

Running is a place- like Alaska.

Am I the only one who couldn’t sleep last night after all those horrific images from Boston? I won’t look anymore. The radio is enough. How could anyone be so evil? All I kept thinking about was when my husband ran the 100th anniversary Boston Marathon....

Sunday’s Thought

New Year’s resolutions and good wishes really should be made in the Spring, when so much more seems possible than in January. Here’s one I love, from Maxine Kumin’s poem, Magellan Street, 1974: This is the year, in a kitchen you brighten with pots of...

Has Spring Sprung?

The sun is out, the snow is mostly gone, the geese are back in the ponds on the beach, and my neighbor Betty saw her first hummingbird. No doubt the little guy rode up on the back of a goose. Is that true? Or an old wives’s tale? Is it just a coincidence they...

Happy Thursday

 At Morning Muscles this morning I asked Marnie if the reason my formally achy joints  felt so good is because of the yoga cleanse. I mean, does this mean I never can have coffee again?( Ice cream? Pizza? Wine!? ) How will I write another book? The good news is she...