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.

Stormy Weather

It’s clearing, I think, though still blowing hard from the south, and there’s a lot of standing water. The cherry blossoms fell like snow on the path. There may have been some real snow up high, but I won’t know for sure until I see a peak or two...

Happy May Days (& A Party Postcard)

Of course sunshine helps, as does the tourist season, and construction season (the lumberyard is busy again), and fishing season is right around the corner and the fishermen in our family are gearing up for another commercial salmon season. The singing birds, and  the...

Sunday’s Thought

It’s Mother’s Day, the day my mother always dismissed as a scam by Hallmark in order to sell cards. She must be rolling her eyes at me for thinking of her today. Her grave is at Woodlawn Cemetery in the Bronx, but my hunch, my faith, is that she’s no...

Heart Healthy Weekend

I know, I missed the health fair, and so have to hope that my daily tablespoon of cod liver oil is working, and the Hospice of Haines rummage sale did just fine without me too. ( 10,000! Wow! Thank you volunteers!) But I was able to babysit for James and Molly Friday,...

First Friday of the Rest of Your Life, and Mine

If this morning were any better I’d think I’d died and went to heaven– the sun, the wind, the birds, thousands of gulls like noisy confetti on the flats at Lutak when we pedaled by before most humans were stirring– and the eagles dozens of them...

Happy Tuesday

Happy Tuesday is what Marnie used to say at the end of the every Morning Muscles Class (or Thursday, as that was the other early morning fitness session.) We don’t meet for class anymore, for all kinds of good reasons it wasn’t sustainable. I miss it, but...