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.
A Prayer attributed to wise and gentle St. Francis: Lord, make us instruments of your peace. Where there is hatred, let us sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, union; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is...
All I can say is no, no, and no. And like a lot of a comfortable white people, it rings of too little, too late. What can I do? Maybe make some of you less comfortable by mentioning this, here, in my usual sunny place. But I cannot stand what’s happening. It...
Hi, I hope it’s okay to take a moment here for some business. My new book is coming out June 30th (which is also my birthday so we must have cupcakes, don’t you think?) But that means it may be in stores sooner than that, say by mid-June. ( It’s not...
In a time when good news is sometimes scarce here’s some great news. The Chilkat Valley Community Foundation has learned that the estate of Lucy Harrell left them one million dollars. Basically doubling the endowment of the local fund. ( And really, she left it...
The first rule for any small-town governing body should be: If what you want to do requires a phone call to a big city attorney to justify it, don’t do it. The letter the Haines assembly has shared with the community (sort of, it’s in the assembly meeting...
When I was a child, we had parades. I walked with the Brownies, carrying a flag, my mother was our leader, she wore white gloves too. We walked in our brown uniforms between the green Girl Scouts and the blue Cub Scouts, from Glenwood Landing to the American Legion in...
