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.
1/10/22 Of course this is the week I have decided to be at my desk every morning and it has begun with a continued winter storm warning for more heavy snow, and that means snow management (raking roofs, shoveling paths, raking roofs, shoveling.. repeat)– The...
It is Epiphany, finally. Don’t you think there is a cosmic, even divine message in the sunset on Jan. 6? I just sat and stared. Today it’s back to the freezing snowpocolypse and I’m trying not to be too alarmed by the fine snow blowing through my...
This morning I listened to Nanci Griffiths singing as I pedaled to nowhere on my bike up on the stair landing.”It’s just another morning here,” she sings, “…and it’s a miracle that it comes around every day of the year.” When...
I like this picture of my dad a lot — taken a few years back now– it shows Papa Bob with a lot of us– and he’s in great form. He was in pretty good form Christmas Eve, too. He’d showered and shaved, put on clean jeans and a red Christmas...
“We need friends who wince along with our pain, who tolerate our gloom, and who allow us to be weak for a while, while we’re finding our feet again.” – Katherine May, Wintering. I like the idea of Hygge, but I am not that good at drinking coffee and eating cake...
We had 67 inches of snow in November, and it feels like we’ve had that much so far in December, but truthfully, we have reached the tipping point where we are bragging about how much snow we have shoveled, and gleefully upping the ante, as in: “There must...
