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.
Last night at the Haines school spring concert the stage was decorated with colorful paper flowers and green paper grass made by Krystal Lloyd and her family. Krystal is a doer. She also organized the community Easter egg hunt, gathering and stuffing about 5,000 eggs...
I am not myself when Chip is away, to paraphrase that Kathy Mattea song that always makes me cry– Where’ve You Been, about Claire and Edwin who never spent a night apart in 60 years and now they are in separate beds on separate floors of a hospital....
I’ve been following the nor’easter that dumped heavy wet snow on my dad’s old farm. ( I still have the Pine Plains weather on my phone and he died more than a year ago.) He would have loved the big March storm. I can hear him telling me over the...
“Contemplative prayer is simply a wordless, trusting opening of self to the divine presence. Far from being advanced, it is about the simplest form of prayer there is. Children recognize it instantly—as I did—perhaps because, as the sixteenth-century mystic John of...
We all spent yesterday digging out. It was a perfect bluebird day. The rare kind of winter day here that requires sunglasses. There is a lot of snow. It is chest high in some places. I am not sure what the official total is, but I overheard someone say 40 inches, and...
