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.
“When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.” ― Arthur Conan...
My dogs “read” the news of their world with their noses, eyes, and ears. What they sense, is what is. What they see is what they get. Mostly, for Pearl, it’s pretty darn good around here. I have decided to try be more like my dogs. I am both a...
I thought this might be nice. I hope you enjoy a moment on the Chilkat River, there were glimpses of blue sky today in between spring squalls, and now it’s a soft gray evening and I’m watching, and listening, as May arrives in the backyard thanks to a...
Yesterday I attended a Zoom celebration for Haines carver and mentor Wayne Price in honor of his Distinguished Artist Award from the Rasmuson Foundation. It made me cry good tears. I mean, even though he was on a screen, and we weren’t there to applaud in...
I finished reading the final chapter of Take Good Care of the Garden and the Dogs to you from my living room yesterday evening, and I was kind of sad, and also proud that I managed to create something positive with my shelter-in-home time. I tried a puzzle and gave...
I don’t know about you, but I needed a little Mary Oliver this week, and the other night, when this was the sunset, I thought of her poem The Ponds. It ends with these lines: Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled– to cast aside the...
