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 Madeleine L’Engle’s The Irrational Season: I find it a good discipline to believe as many as seven impossible things every morning before breakfast. How dull the world would be if we limited ourselves to the possible. The only God who seems to me to...

Blessing Buckshot and Bobby Pins

 I made oatmeal for the chickens again this morning, and they didn’t mind that it was a little brown on the bottom. Yes, I burned it, again. This happens when my husband is not here to remind me to watch the pot. But the hens like the soft, warm grain on these...

Don’t Be an Odd Elf- Shop Locally

 My friend Nancy, the one who says “women are better” whenever she reads the news, has been at Morning Muscles this week. Nancy likes to sleep in, but she is challenging herself to try new things and go new places in this small-town where she’s lived...

Frankie Service

It was already dark a little after four yesterday when three teen age boys were spotted in the brush by the library. Two were up near the side of the building by a small aspen tree, and one was standing on one of the benches down by the sidewalk directing them.I...

Boats, Books & Six Degrees of Separation

I managed to wake up for Morning Muscles without my early rising husband, who is off deer hunting, but I didn’t sleep well. It was like catching an early morning ferry- every hour I’d wake with a start and check the clock radio. Maybe I should figure out...