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.
Actually, I’m home now, sweeping up dog hair and unpacking and answering mail from a week away, mostly in NYC except for the traveling days (planes and ferries). It takes a few days coming and going to go from here to anywhere this time of year. My daughter...
Naah… As they say around here, there is no such thing as bad weather if you dress properly. (Another wise seasonal saying is to dress for the weather, not the vehicle, just in case.) I have great rain gear and good rubber boots but even so, the fire was warm and...
“There are moments that keep themselves in our memories: unexpected flashpoints of meaning we don’t even recognize until the years, loves, worries have tempered the cloudy chatter of everyday concerns and have left only the brightest flashes: permanent,...
Joy Harjo has a book titled How We Became Human. She opens it with an epigraph by Nizzar Kabbani: What kind of nation is this Deleting Love from its curriculum The mystery of a women’s eyes What kind of nation is this Battling each rain cloud… You do not...
“Hope is not a matter of waiting for things outside of us to get better. It is about getting better inside about what is going on outside.” — Joan D. Chittister
