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.

September Postcard

 A few snapshots of a sunny fall day. I think they’re pretty, although I did get a cryptic email from photographer and pastor Ron Horn yesterday, asking for one hour of my time each week for the next three weeks. Of course I said, “sure.” Then, a...

Zen Golf

I took a golf lesson yesterday afternoon. It was my summer resolution to learn to play, but as usual I’m a little behind in my personal life. I’m a little ahead, writing wise, and was struggling some with a column for the December issue of Woman’s...

Fall Colors Postcard

 The rain has helped me to meet my deadline on the revisions of the novel, and it is now off to my agent (I love to say that. I can’t help it. It sounds so Hollywood.) So it is time to breathe and take a walk. Thought you’d like to see the fall colors,...

Prayer and Paws

Just when you think there is no news, the governor comes to church and a bear comes for coffee. Stoli was at the Presbyterian Church Sunday with Governor and Mrs. Parnell, but she didn’t think it was newsworthy, and didn’t tell us until we heard about it...

Thank Goodness Someone in our Family is at Work

Leslie got the idea for the community garden Labor Day weekend picnic from Martha Stewart (the domestic arts diva, not the Haines river boat guide and restaurant owner.) “At Martha’s picnic everyone was in sleeveless dresses,” Leslie said on Saturday...

Sunday’s Thought

 In peace let us pray to the Lord. For a blessing on human labor, and for the right use of the riches of creation, that the world may be freed from poverty, famine, and disaster, we pray to you, O Lord. – The Book of Common Prayer