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.

Blame it on the moon

 Morning Muscles was a little sparse this morning thanks to last night’s lunar eclipse. The temperature may have something to do with it too, it’s really cold and the wind won’t quit. Then there’s the stress of the season. The food, the gifts,...

A Quick Note

 I have a quiet moment, everyone is still asleep (it is dark at 8:15, so who blames them?) The ice is sort of good on Chilkoot Lake. Two seasoned skaters fell through Thursday night, but lived to post a sign warning of open water, and to skate the next three days. The...

Gold Rush Alaska, Episode III

It was more like a Christmas party than a gathering of TV critics, being Friday night and December 18– and since the college kids are home and the tree is up. Sarah and the baby were there too, and we took turns holding her. Chip and the guys kept shushing us so...

Sunday’s Thought

 From Anne Sexton’s poem, Welcome Morning: So while I think of it, let me paint a thank-you on my palm for this God, this laughter of the morning, lest it go unspoken. The Joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard, dies young.   I apologize for not checking...