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.

Post Card from the Trip to London (We’ve made it to Virginia)

Grandma Joanne has just finished  ironing the sheets for the guest bed and is now packing while watching Fox News. I, the sun worshiper, have moved inside to read the new John Irving novel because it is too hot on the porch, but I thought I’d take a minute to...

Sunday’s Thought (more of a ramble today)

Grandma Joanne and I are safely at the farm in Virginia where all the neighbors are very happy about the rain after a dry spell (over an inch yesterday), and the cool temperatures, after weeks of three digit heat it’s about 65. The flights were long, crowded and...

We Are Off

So sorry I didn’t say goodbye, but we were in a bit of a rush today, what with sitting on my suitcase so it would zip with four pairs of size ten shoes in it and the fast trip to buy chicken food and bird netting for the berries before catching the 11:45 ferry...

I’ve Picked a Fine to Leave

The next two weeks are about the busiest and most of fun of the whole year in Haines, and I would feel worse for leaving, except, well, I’m going to London? The Olympics? The truth is, I really would rather stay home. I am a reluctant traveler, and the image of...

Sunday’s Thought

From Emily Dickinson’s poem, I Never Saw A Moor: I never spoke with God, Nor visited in heaven- Yet certain am I of the spot As if a chart were given.    

Coffee and Empathy

So, Don Nash came over for coffee this morning, at 5 am. He knew Chip would be up, and of course Chip had to make sure I got up, and we all drank coffee, ate toast and watched a Tour de France mountain stage on TV (Chip recorded it) and listened to the rain and...