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.
Sunday morning was spent in a reading room Zoom with Dina Nayeri (The Ungrateful Refugee) and Celeste Ng (Little Fires Everywhere) for the Alaska Quarterly Review’s 40th anniversary benefit series. (I know. I am star struck, too.) They were funny, smart and normal....
One joy of these Covid days has been hosting Friday’s Back Country radio show on KHNS, often in the company of my grandaughter Caroline. It’s social, but very distant– since the company we are with are all at home, or work, or maybe in their cars or...
We wake up at five- (well, Chip does, that’s when Trixie and Pearl climb on the bed and we nap for 15 minutes or so before joining him.) After coffee with half & half, quiet talking and listening to the NPR news, he goes to workout above the garage and I...
Beauty does not linger; it only visits. Yet beauty’s visitation affects us and invites us into rhythm; it calls us to feel, think and act beautifully in the world: to create and live a life that awakens the beautiful. A life without delight is only half of life. –...
My brain has been so scattered — or full- or maybe simply multi-directional, if that’s such a thing, that I’m dizzy, what with all the organizing for Alaska Reads, and the continued Bears and Ballots interviews and events, the family texts and...
We have been moose hunting a lot, which really means sitting very quietly for many hours in beautiful places, silently watching and listening, and after a while, sometimes napping and reading. I finished 2 1/2 novels, and an entire New Yorker, and a bunch of short...
