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.

It is so nice to be home in the land of comfortable chairs. (Of course, in Mexico who needs a chair?) I am thinking positive because I think I really could have stayed  south until spring. At the same time, it is spring here it seems– sunny, very little snow– mild. Strange, but a pleasant surprise. The best things about the trip? Sun, sand, warm ocean swimming, the food– street tacos and avocados and pineapples– and being in a small town where no one knows you is kind of nice, for a little while. Also, as much as I missed all the news of home, and family, and all of you, there is much to be said for a tech cleanse. Three-plus weeks offline was huge.  Also re-entry was so easy because I got to see all my daughters and and grandchildren and dogs and breathe the clear cold air on walk with a friend already– and I got to hear my editor Tom say I can skip this week’s obituary, “And stay in Margaritaville one more week.”

Here’s a postcard from the Jimmy Buffet song I’ve been living in: