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.

Papa Bob Made It Across

 Yes, Papa Bob swam the Hudson River, and is alive to tell about it. (Although he hasn’t told me.) My sister Kathleen emailed that he made it, even with his wet suit on backwards and goggles filled with river water. That’s all I know. In Haines, it was...

Of Fair Ladies Fish & Men

 It is a good thing I got to work in the hospice booth, since I don’t have a swirly skirt, a hoola- hoop, or sparkles in my hair. “You could,” JJ said, showing me hers. She suggested silver strands of tinsel for my graying hair. Still, even on my bad...

Knees and Pees

 Well, it was a busy morning babysitting Caroline, cleaning up after the fish canning, and baking for the hospice fair booth. I had an appointment at the clinic too, with Dr. Marnie Hartman. (She put down a mat for the baby to play on.) Unfortunately, I’m a...

The Woman’s Day Magazine Story

So, by now you probably know that I will start a new column in Woman’s Day magazine in November, pretty much just like the  old one that ran for ten years or so in the Anchorage Daily News  (and similar in style to the Morning Edition and Christian Science...

Home at Last

 In one of our classes at UAA, Prof. Sherry Simpson explained what she learned about writing (and life) from Jackie Chan. She showed clips of his movies and read excerpts of interviews with him. One lesson was, “write your own narrative.” In other words,...

Heather Lende’s Day Off

 When I told the Pandemonium bookstore & cafe in Wasilla I could only sign books there this afternoon if they gave me a ride to and from UAA here in Anchorage, ( a 45 minute highway drive to the ‘burbs where the big sprawl of Wasilla is) I had no idea...