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.
Here is a postcard from December 18– sunny, cold ( it’s 1 degree right now) north gales to 50 knots. Sometimes I see life in scenes, like movies with stories in them– and today I saw a bunch of them– yesterday too for that matter. The best one...
“Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack, a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”– Leonard Cohen from his song Anthem. Beth and I rang the bell for the Salvation Army’s Christmas donation...
Leaving the grocery store, a young man carried my bags out to the car in shirt sleeves. The wind scoured Main Street. I was wrapped in down and wool—“I can make two trips,” I said, “you will get frostbite.” He said he doesn’t feel the cold, and as we walked to my car,...
“This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.” – Elizabeth Berg in her novel, The Art of Mending After the Holly Jolly Follies, as I braced myself out on the porch of the Chilkat Center for the walk up...
“For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also”- Mathew 6:21 When I was earning an MFA in Creative Writing at the University of Alaska , Anchorage our first get-know-you assignment was to write about the place you loved most in all the world. The...
“The give and take of it all, my muddled pride.”– Jessica Gigot in her poem, “Amends.” The highest and best use of my time is not baking. I did a lot of it the past two days. But, as we all know, or at least I do, the quickest way to a...
