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’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,...
Yesterday I thought my monthly Zoom writing group ( terrific, wise and witty women from all over) met at 8 AM Alaska time. I said I might be a few minutes late, since when it is not raining, I have a daily 6 AM date with my hardworking husband to ride our bikes 30...
Yesterday I was reading emails and I saw a familiar name (I have readers, friends sort of now, who write or comment regularly), and Lora began her latest note like this : As a “Find the Good” kind of person, these senseless shootings have my heart aching to find good...
I could have written yesterday, to you– or begun that new book- or just a poem for me, but I stopped and smelled the lilacs, and took a bike ride with my husband and then went to the first Little League game of the season and watched my granddaughters, in real...
And the living is easy– well, at least compared to everywhere else. I took this picture on our way back from a morning bike ride to Chilkoot. Chip was tired so he didn’t mind. It’s been hot and busy. (There is a red flag wildfire danger warning...
