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.

A Few Life Lessons from the Dead

I wrote two obituaries for the Chilkat Valley News last week. Seamstress and homemaker Beverly Craig (70) died in Oregon, she and her husband Chauncey lived in Haines for many years before kidney failure meant she needed to move closer to a hospital back in 1992....

Of Hummingbirds and Hunters

 I was on my into the grocery store when I saw Doug Olerud come out of the sports shop next door with a hummingbird feeder and then prop the door wide open. I was just thinking about Doug, and what a good advocate he was for the library when he was on the borough...

Sunday’s Thought

 From a poem by Emily Dickinson: Eden is an old-fashioned house We dwell in everyday Without suspecting our abode Until we drive away

A Hooligan Among Hooligans

 A postcard from a walk with my dog Forte on the Chilkat flats in Hooligan season. (Hooligan, or is it Hooligans? Are a smelt-like fish that this year have run in the millions up the Chilkoot and Chilkat Rivers.)                

Goings On About Town

It is a busy time, everything, it seems, gets jammed into May. Tonight at 6:30 is the K-4 spring concert in the elementary school gym. The littlest musicians have been practicing since Christmas, and I hear that there will be lots of drumming. How fun is that? Plan on...

A Special Sauce

For Mother’s Day my family washed the windows and put the screens in and JJ cooked dinner. She made  a seafood and vegetable pasta. JJ, unlike her mother, follows recipes. When Sarah, the baby, Brian, and their dog Madi arrived, Sarah said, “it smells...