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

From Raymond Carver’s poem At Least:  “I hate to seem greedy-I have so much to be thankful for already. But I want to get up early one morning, at least. And go to my place with some coffee and wait. Just wait, to see what’s going to happen.”...

Breathe

  ‘Nuff said, for now. (More on this wonderful new public art -or is it poetry?- Recently installed at the dock, later.) It is time to bake a cake for the Hospice Booth at the Fair. The rain should stop by this afternoon, I’m sure. And if it doesn’t,...

A Change in the Weather

 The change in the weather, it is cooler, windy and gray now- and may rain a little, has also brought a change in the mood around here. That, and the tragic death of just about everyone’s friend Kevery, who shot himself Monday night. It is an obituary I...

Sunday’s Thought

 “You are no longer  strangers and sojourners, but fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God.”- Ephesians 2:19

Not so Lazy Days of Summer

 I’d tell you all kinds of things if it would just rain. We haven’t had any all summer, which means I am so busy watering the garden every morning that I don’t seem to have desk time. We didn’t even ride the bikes today because last night we...

The Middle of Somewhere

There is something weird about seeing luxury liners tied up to the old Army dock, but also something thrilling. I remember when the first big ship arrived, it was called the Legend of the Seas and it looked sort of like a floating Shea Stadium, all aqua and orange and...