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.

Off to Anchorage for Graduation

‘Tis the season– the home track meet begins this afternoon, tomorrow is the community-wide kick off for the pick-up-the-trash- that-blew-out- of-the-truck-shed-your hand- God only knows where it all came from– and now has migrated to the brush,...

Taking Care of Cyclists and Eagles in the Eagle Preserve

My husband Chip and I cycled out to the Chilkat Bald Eagle Preserve  parking lot, and on the way back my rear wheel popped a spoke. It just went “ping” and I wobbled to a stop. Chip, being ever chivalrous (and just like me) saw no reason to cut short his...

The News From Pearl’s Beach

 Every morning I listen to the news on the radio and scan the Internet papers to find out what’s going in the world. Pearl gets the first news of her day from the sights, sounds, and smells of our morning walk. (Part of it, I suspect, is Pearl’s...

Sunday’s Thought from Anne Lamott

 “You are going to have to give and give and give, or there’s no reason for you to be writing. [ Or living well, for that matter .] You have to give from the deepest part of yourself, and you are going to have to go on giving, and giving is going to have...

Friday’s With Caroline

I get to spend all day every Friday with Caroline (2 in January) and now Pearl (5 months) and I thought you might like to hang out with us at the beach for a few minutes. So here’s a postcard from yesterday morning. First we blew bubbles ( Pearl chased them)...

Signs of Spring

This morning as we pedaled by Doug walking to work, Chip said, “There’s a nice little cinnamon near Brouillette’s.” Doug heard that through his iPod headphones and snapped to attention and smiled, “Sweet.” They were not talking...