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.
“All acts of kindness are lights in the war for justice.” – Joy Harjo I read this just now in Reconciliation, A Prayer from How We Became Human, New and Selected Poems: 1975-2002 and knew that it is a perfect Sunday Thought for these times. While I...
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
