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.

Rummage Tale

Let’s begin with the confession that I don’t like rummage sales, and other people’s stuff in large quantities on big tables with everyone shuffling through it for a good deal. It gives me the hives. Stay with me, because this ends with a story to...

Sunday’s Thought

  “There are random moments – tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children’s rooms...

Blame it on the Moon and May.

It is May first. The weather feels more like March 15, with cold southerly gales and stubby brown grass and black branches, but there are signs of spring: hawks, bears, a cow moose moving in the woods, and rafts of ducks and scoters.  There are boxes of nice stuff...

Sunday’s Thought

  “Listen to no voice except your own. Ask yourself nothing about whom you hate. Ask only what you love, and what sustains you. And protect that.”- Seth Kantner ​ ​

The Right Wrong Number

I was working on Lola Vogel’s obituary when I answered the phone. (Lola was 95 and passed peacefully of old age. The service is Saturday at 2 at the Presbyterian Church.)  “Crystal?” “Nope. This is Heather. You must have the wrong...

Dear Gentle Readers, Thank you.

And so, dear gentle reader, You see, by all the rules, That earth’s whole population Except ourselves are fools. – Abner Cosens ​The nicest thing about knowing you, and keeping in touch, and sharing my ideas and thoughts and schedules of life in my family...