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.

An Old School Lap Topper

At yesterday’s library board and staff visioning workshop (I’m on the board), we discussed more collaborations we could do with other community organizations, you know, library programs in conjunction with Lynn Canal Counseling, or the Chilkoot Indian...

A Meeting about Drinking

This summer one boy (barely 21) was killed in a drunk driving wreck and another (18) was hurt when friends ran over him at a drinking party. It’s weird, but I am revising a novel right now and in it a boy is run over and killed at a drinking party. But...

Fairs and Bears

I know, I’ve been away. (And there was some trouble with the website as well, too many viewers, which is not  a bad problem to have.) I even missed the Sunday’s Thought page, which I hate to do, but I went up to Anchorage Friday to visit JJ and our friend...

A Change of Season Post Card

 I have been hunkered down with my novel revisions this week. I love to say that, and it is actually true. They are due the week after Labor Day and I might just make the deadline if nobody else dies, so pray for good health and good choices in Haines and Klukwan....

The Importance of Feeling Earnest

After about a month in Alaska, a very eventful one at that, Grandma Joanne is back home in Virginia. After I put her on the plane to Washington D.C. I heard about the earthquake, which closed the airport there. Fortunately, Grandma Joanne flew right over the shaker...

Sunday’s Thought

God is Love; and Love enfolds us, all the world in one embrace: with unfailing grasp God holds us, every child of every race. From an Episcopal Hymn, God is Love Let Heaven’s Adore Him