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.

What Dead People Hear & Say

 Before my father’s big retirement dinner on February 18 in Manhattan we stopped to see my mother at Woodlawn Cemetery in the Bronx. We needed a map to find the plot in the 400 acre urban graveyard. We also brought a shovel to clear the snow from the flat markers in...

I’m Home.Phew.

I just got back, and have to take good care of my dogs and husband. But here’s a photo essay of the trip. First stop Florida. Saw Chip’s sister compete in a horse event, visited Grandma Joanne, and Marjorie Rawlings’ house. Then NYC and the farm in...

Sunday’s Thought

From Florida, and Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings’ (The Yearling author) rural home at Cross Creek. I’m still short on internet time, so forgive me, but here’s a postcard of the lovely place.  

Whoops, Out of Range

Sorry I haven’t checked in, I’m in an internet free zone in Florida, where we are watching Chip’s sister Karen O’Connor ride at a horse event. Here’s a postcard. Maybe I’ll chat later, but it may not be until I get home on the...

Packing Panic Attack

Here’s the news: no puppies yet for Windsor and Stikine, Debra and Anne Marie’s Labs. Or at least not that I know of, but come to think of it neither Debra nor Anne Marie were at Morning Muscles. Maybe Stikine is giving birth as I write this. Debra did say...

Forte is a Star

My dog Forte is thinking about starting a facebook page after his Woman’s Day column debut. It made sense that I wrote about my dog for the March issue, since in Alaska, March is Iditarod Sled Dog Race month when the whole state it seems, goes to the dogs. ...