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.
It rained, it seemed for nearly all of January. Finally, on Wedsnesday night the wind tugged the clouds apart revealing a slice of the moon and a star. I was listening to the radio, Tom and Britt were doing the folk show With Strings Attached, and talking away about...
It’s been a week since the kids who don’t live here left, and since the house became noticeably quieter, though I actually think it is less clean. I am not in such a hurry to wipe and sweep and tidy up between living room and kitchen...
The Aussies left Haines on Friday’s ferry, spent the weekend with the Juneau sisters skiing, and flew out of Juneau Monday morning to Seattle, Doha and finally Perth where they are all asleep right now, and in the morning there, which is nightime tomorrow here,...
“In the external scheme of things, shining moments are as brief as the twinkling of an eye, yet such twinklings are what eternity is made of — moments when we human beings can say ‘I love you,’ ‘I’m proud of you,’ ‘I forgive...
