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.
After turning off a local Facebook thread with a shout one more time over the current leadership’s insistence that places like the pool, museum and library need to make money and pay for their own way, and almost tossing the iPad out the door into the rain,...
“Do you smell the fragrance of berry bushes in spring, the fragrance of summer’s wet soil, the fragrance of fall sockeye becoming older in the creek? Everything on our fragrant scrap of earth knows when the time is right to make its move.” –...
On the radio Jerry Lee Lewis is singing “You Are My Sunshine” and Tom, the volunteer DJ just said, we have to “make our own sunshine” until that “golden orb” that’s up there somewhere returns. April was so warm and sunny, that...
When an old friend dies, the best thing to do is to go play with young friends, preferably very young friends, and if you are really lucky, they will be your grandchildren. Happy dogs are good for the heart too, And doughnuts. Don’t forget...
It has been a hard few weeks, as my friend Betty was dying and then did, and we had a funeral. I was going to write something short and smart, but I can’t just yet, so instead, I hope you forgive me if I share the entire eulogy (and this kind of odd photo a friend...
I saw a flock of snow buntings, a harrier, and a pack of playful crows today as I hustled the dogs down the beach with the northerly gale at my back (I returned on snowshoes through the woods, where the fresh 2 feet of snow had drifted in places higher than my hips.)...
