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.

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...

Sunday’s Thought- a Day Late

Therefore encourage one another and build up each other. –St. Paul That was from the readings in church yesterday, and it echoes a little note at the pool that someone put on the bulletin board reminding swimmers not to say mean things, rather to be encouraging...

Friday and Winter– Already?

I had big plans for my week off of assembly duties, and with Chip away, and the family all well and not in need of much help with anything, and no obits and no deadlines. I am working on a TV show in development with NBC, but that seems to mostly consist of texts and...

Decorating with Dead Animals

I once tried to write a column for Woman’s Day titled “Decorating with Dead Animals” but the idea was rejected.  I think the editor thought I was joking. I never intended to display animal antlers, horns, hides, and even a head, in my home.  I argued...

Monday’s Thought(s)?

“The issue is not whether to stand firm or compromise but how to express our firmness. When we express it with poise rather than rudeness, not only are we truer to our better selves, but we infuse our dissent with a power it wouldn’t have otherwise. To...

A Few Small Stones

Poet Mary Oliver says praying, writing, creating, living your life in a meaningful, courageous, and as with most writers, a public way– we stick our hearts out– doesn’t have to be the “blue iris” and that “a few small stones”...