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.

Happy Tuesday

Happy Tuesday, as my friend Dr. Marnie would say. I am on the self-improvement plan to prepare my heart and head (and I suppose body too) for the coming six weeks or so of final edits on my new book (or at least I hope they will be final…) I did the January no...

Sunday’s Thought

John Straley writes that “Winter hardens us. These are its terms. It does not manifest its own hardness inside us, but stiffens the stuff we are already made of.” I suppose you can take that two ways, hard like iron or death, or as I prefer, like the...

Seeing and Believing.

On our daily walks with the dogs my friend and I talk about all kinds of things– politics to be sure, and the weather, and life and death (she is a hospice administrator and I write obits) and mindfulness and drinking wine ( we did some fasting for four weeks)...

Sunday’s Thoughts

“I have decided to stick to love…Hate is too great a burden to bear.”  ― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches “Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually. Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of...

What to do with Winter

Winter after the holidays, January thru March, is real winter, and also the best time to get sick, so the timing was right for my wicked sore throat and cold. I gave myself the prescription Doc Feldman would have- bed rest. He is retired and lives down south now, in...

Mary and Me

When I heard that Mary Oliver died my first thought was “Who will be that voice in my life now?” and the second was “Only 83?” We begin every writing day together: Me and a million other writers, I’m sure. I’m now so grateful Mary...