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.
I stole the title of this post from the book I’m reading in small bits these days. Mornings and evenings. After lunch for a minute. Now, while Dad naps, again. To Bless the Space Between Us, A Book of Blessings is by the late John O’Donahue. Actually,...
This is now. And this is what is coming, in NOAA weather speak: “Winter weather advisory from 3 pm this afternoon to 6 am AKST Weds Mar 10.” Reading down the lines, the storm is hardly worth a warning. 3-5 inches of snow is all, mainly between Mud Bay...
This morning I was standing in the kitchen when something made me turn just as the sun lit the mandarins on the table. The quality of light, the brightness of the color orange and the sleeping old dog felt so warm and right, and hopeful, you know? If I were a poet...
We are running toward the light this Lent, and instead of giving up stuff we are holding on to what we have. For Sarah’s 36 birthday she ran a marathon (26.2 miles) in Haines. She planned someplace exotic, but we know how that goes. Still, two fun friends and...
It’s cold ( -1 and blowing a gale.) The wind sounds like distant thunder and the dogs don’t like that, or the squeak coming from a wire or maybe a gate hinge so they woke me up at five, and I fed them and let them out, and visited with Chip while he did...
