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.

A Holly Jolly Dragon of a December Weekend Postcard

From walking on the beach in the beautiful dusky dawn of these short December days, a family breakfast, the Snow Dragon and parade with Pizza Joe and the Uglys Gifts for Grub dinner, to the Holly Jolly Follies Christmas show–Little Dave was a terrific tree,...

Sunday’s Thought

When I heard what happened in Connecticut I couldn’t breathe. All those innocent little children,  and good school teachers killed– two of my daughters are elementary teachers– and now more details emerge. Names. Olivia, Charlotte, Emilie. Where is...

Breaking News (I should say not breaking…)

The safety elves at the Post Office have covered all the high traffic areas of the linoleum floor in mats, so you can keep your grippers on. (And done a heck of a job decorating, too.)  And the sanding crews are out from Main Street to Mud Bay (with one friendly Henry...

Ice Gripper Alert

 Oh my, be careful out there– the rain and wind has made slick smooth ice everywhere, except I suppose the rink, which will take a few days to recover once the temperatures drop again (they say Sunday it’s supposed to be in the teens.) Folks have already...

Beginning to Look Like Christmas Postcard

My husband decided to trim the porches with lights yesterday. It involved loud swearing, wire clippers, duct tape, a metal ladder, barking dogs, and cold hands. At dinner I did not say that the string of lights on the garage is a few feet short, and perhaps could be...

Lighting the Night (and Morning and Day.)

It felt so warm that I opened the windows to air out the house this morning. I closed them fairly quickly, with heating fuel at 5 dollars a gallon and the wood pile shrinking at an alarming rate thanks to the long cold snap. Also, it is still December, and after a day...