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.

Emotional Rattle, But No Shake or Roll Here.

Alaska is so large that, when a properly scaled map (not the mini- version that has us floating off the edge of California in a box about the same size as the one Hawaii is also in) is superimposed on a map of the lower forty-eight, it extends to every border,...

Sunday’s Thought

“Give all that you can while you can, with whatever you have to give.Don’t hold back, but throw your arms wide open… give and give again while there is still time. You are not here to be a museum, but a carnival.”  –  Former Alaska bishop...

What God Said on the Radio Today

I tossed kindling on the coals and they lit, fed the dogs and let them out and in again ( it’s 40 degrees and raining), poured my coffee with cream and composed a Haiku on Olive, my new-old typewriter. The radio was on, Morning Edition from far away– the...

Sunday’s Thought (from the funny pages)

“Aren’t the clouds beautiful? They look like big balls of cotton… I could just lie here all day, and watch them drift by… If you use your imagination, you can see lots of things in the cloud formations… What do you think you see, Linus?”...

What to Do About November

I rarely light candles except at the dinner table or on birthday cakes and special occasions. But that ‘little light of mine’ tune has been noodling around in my brain all week. Maybe that means it’s time to celebrate the ordinary goodness of  fall...

Each Vote Counts (And No Shoving)

It’s election eve, and might as well be Christmas Eve because I’m so excited. I love voting, and I really love this feeling the night before, in part  because I know this may be as good it gets– but that’s okay– because tonight, I’m...