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.

Skating Into the New Year on Thick (-ish) Ice

The cold and clear weather made for a few perfect (well, it’s all relative) days of skating to close 2017. And just like the year itself, there were a few lows, but such highs that I wanted to cheer– I mean just look at this place. A person can’t...

A Solstice Blessing

It’s funny that the darkest day of the year was one of my brightest. I’ve been running full speed on obituaries and borough stuff and family and the dogs and Christmas– work– the whole year it seems has been a blur– and then I had all...

Sunday’s Thought

“Imagine you can disagree without someone being wrong.” It’s the third Sunday in Advent, and in the bulletin in church today there were some suggestions for loving our neighbors (and everyone else) as well as we do  ourselves, that came from the...

Remembering Newtown

The other night, as I watched the primary school Christmas concert in the Chilkat Center, when all the children in grades K-4 in our town were on the stage in that one place, all together, singing for us, I suddenly was afraid. Afraid something terrible might happen...

Everything is fine!

 I have been on vacation is all, cycling in Tucson with Chip for a week. On day three I said, “I feel guilty– no borough meetings, no blogs, hardly any emails– nothing but riding bikes in the sunshine, eating good food, soaking in the hot tub, and...

Monday Monday

It is Monday and it feels like Monday.    Up at five, still cold and lots of snow, the fire was out, the puppy peed on the rug, my drip cup of coffee imploded when the filter broke and hot wet grounds spilled all over the counter, and then after braving the roads and...