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.

Going to London to see the Queen (and Granny?)

I just booked an hour at the beauty salon for next week, so that I can gussie up some for my trip to London and the Olympics. (We leave the 19th for Virginia and then onto London on the 24th, to have a few days to acclimate before the opening ceremonies on the 27th,...

Battery Point Postcard

I I just had to share these images of  the Lynn Canal in all its glory, when the sun came out between the storms yesterday morning on my walk with Pearl to Battery Point.

Life is Fragile

At church on Sunday we sang the funeral hymns– Amazing Grace, Love Divine all Loves Excelling – and Jan (our priest) gave a sermon based on the lesson– sort of– it was the one about Jesus not being a prophet in his hometown, just a carpenter...

The Final Woman’s Day Column

My last column for Woman’s Day is in the July issue (that’s why you can’t find me in the August issue)– I’m sorry to say. It’s funny that I posted what I thought was the last one on facebook last week, but it wasn’t– I...

Just Now, When I Needed It.

How nice was this to wake up to?  As W.S. Merwin writes in his poem Just Now:  In the morning as the storm begins to blow away the clear sky appears for a moment and it seems to me that there has been something simpler than I could ever believe simpler than I could...

Sunday’s Thought

 From Margert Craven’s novel,  I Heard the Owl Call My Name– “But when I reach here, and see the great scar where the inlet side shows its bones, for a moment I know.” “What my lord?” “That for me it has always been easier...