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’s Thought

“Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice. Justice at its best is love correcting everything that stands against love.”– Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (From the back of St. Michael & All Angels All Saints Sunday leaflet.) Today...

The Light of Trees and Grandmas

I am determined to attend yoga at least once a week this winter — it is good for body and soul, plus, I have terrible balance and tip over when I do the tree pose on my bad leg side. (I know, I’m not supposed to call it bad, but it sometimes feels that...

A Response to the Massacre in Pittsburgh

I’m just sick about the massacre of innocent people, grandmothers and great grandmothers, no less, in a Pittsburgh synagogue because they were Jewish or were police officers defending them during worship services. I can’t even believe I just typed...

Shake the Dust off of your Wings

I am home from daily walks on a farm road  in  the Hudson River Valley, to the windy wet beaches of Haines. A highlight of the trip was my Aunt’s 90th birthday party. She is nimble minded, lives on her own, and stands up straight (as my yoga teacher says,...

Out and About

My neighbor Betty has moved to Haines Assisted Living, and when I visit her there, she asks “What’s the news on Mud Bay Road today?” Yesterday I told her a bear was on my daughter’s deck next door at 7:00 am. “Black bear?”  no, a...

Moose and Muppets

My artist friend Tresham was speaking through his magical puppets in a sing-song voice, one was a mermaid and one was a wild witchy woman named Esmeralda, or maybe she was Margarita? I did hear him say he gives them all a name like that. He was demonstrating a bit of...