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.
My foot hurts. Maybe my ankle is sprained. I have been working hard this week, perhaps a little too hard? ( And walking and swimming and riding a bike when it is not raining)– I am wondering what we were thinking fixing up the old garage next door and turning...
Little League is almost over, and my last umpire shift is tonight, since I’m off to Anchorage for an author event Friday at UAA and will miss the final game. Of course I read the news about shots fired at a field full of kids in the Lower 48. I am trying not to think...
And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites for they love to pray on the street corners and be seen by others. When you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen.– From the Gospel according to Matthew
It’s early on the 5th of July. Chip and Eliza are off on a bike ride. Trixie has already been swimming and smells like it, and the house is a bit of a shambles. I am not ready for a coastal grandma photo shoot in mismatched PJs ( all I could find in the dryer,...
