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.

Sunday’s Thought

 “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” –Albert Einstein    

Lighting a Winter Wonderland

 I told my husband no one would be at the annual Lighting of the Library, and that we had better get there on time.  The latest snow was shin deep and falling hard. Then again, since it was about the fifth storm, and not as big as two of the others, we are getting...

Happy Thanksgiving

 I was sleeping in a bit, seeing as how this is a holiday, and it’s a been a long snowy week, and my husband is finally home from deer hunting, and I don’t have to leap up to let an old dog out or bring the hens water, when the the phone rang. My husband...

Tragedy Strikes

If losing my good old dog weren’t enough, my beloved pet hens are now all dead. We had a break in and murder early Friday morning in their cozy coop. I can still hardly breathe it was so awful. They trusted me to keep them safe and I didn’t. The trouble...

Sunday’s Thought

 Their silence can be one of their most endearing traits. Not muteness- absence of linguistic noise. There is no awkwardness in a shared silent moment with a dog- a gaze from the dog on the other side of the room- lying sleepily alongside each other. It is when...