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.
“Love is the story and the prayer that matters most.”– Brian Doyle This week, I was in Juneau with my daughter and son-in-law and baby Henry and toddling Emilia because Henry caught RSV and ended up in the ER and everyone was terrified and trying to...
“Wild things were taken for granted until progress began to do away with them. Now we face the question whether a still higher “standard of living” is worth its costs in things natural, wild and free.” – Aldo Leopold
This morning I woke to our first signifcant snowfall. (Although Mike, who delivers the dog food his wife makes, said yesterday they’d already had 42″ at his place about 40 miles away out by the border, with a good 18″ still on the ground.) It was a...
Actually, I’m home now, sweeping up dog hair and unpacking and answering mail from a week away, mostly in NYC except for the traveling days (planes and ferries). It takes a few days coming and going to go from here to anywhere this time of year. My daughter...
Naah… As they say around here, there is no such thing as bad weather if you dress properly. (Another wise seasonal saying is to dress for the weather, not the vehicle, just in case.) I have great rain gear and good rubber boots but even so, the fire was warm and...
“There are moments that keep themselves in our memories: unexpected flashpoints of meaning we don’t even recognize until the years, loves, worries have tempered the cloudy chatter of everyday concerns and have left only the brightest flashes: permanent,...
