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.

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Sunday’s Thought ( A Shabbat Prayer)

Sunday’s Thought ( A Shabbat Prayer)

Well, it’s been a rough day for my religion. Christians are wearing me out. What happened to love everyone (everyone) the same way you love yourself? What happened to the Golden Rule? So, this Sunday’s Thought is from one of my very favorite traditions, the Reformed...

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Seeing the World

Seeing the World

"See the world for what it is, and not what people think it is."- James D. Emilia is typing and coloring. She punches in her name and a thought or two and then pulls the paper out and draws a picture. I tell her writing is creative, good for you, and a nice way to...

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Happy Birthday, Dear Life

Happy Birthday, Dear Life

“I could complain a little right here about the long years of back pain and occasional awful, heartbreak, but Lord, those were infinitesimal against the slather of gifts You gave mere me, a muddle of a man.” -Brian Doyle Henry, three, sent Chip a birthday video...

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Sunday’s Thought (Or Monday’s)

Sunday’s Thought (Or Monday’s)

“I believe that our friends among the dead really do mind us and look out for us. Often there might be a big boulder of misery over your path about to fall on you, but your friends among the dead hold it back until you have passed by.” – John O’Donohue I have been in...

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A Dog Story (or Leaving Tenakee is an Adventure)

A Dog Story (or Leaving Tenakee is an Adventure)

I was making pierogis with friends Tuesday afternoon when I learned that the Wednesday state ferry LeConte would be replaced by a Goldbelt catamaran. The type used for whale watching tours. It’s smaller and faster than the ferry but could not carry the harbormaster’s...

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Sunday’s Thought

Sunday’s Thought

May I live this day compassionate of heart, clear in word, gracious in awareness, courageous in thought-- John O'Donohue It’s pretty quiet in the cabin. The only sounds are the soothing waves meeting the shore and Trixie. I hear her shifting on the rug upstairs. My...

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Dear Mr. President,

Dear Mr. President,

Every few weeks I write President Trump, because it seems wrong to give up even though I’m far from the troubles and it would be very easy to ignore the world at large. Especially on a sunny day in August. When I was on the Haines Borough Assembly, I learned that no...

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