revisionist herstory
Good morning friends, I am happy to report that my poem If John Muir Were a Girl was recently published in the Fairy Tales Summer 2020 edition of Alaska Women Speak. Thanks for reading!
Yesterday I took a slow, needed walk in the woods. It was slow because my eight-year-old walked behind me drinking his apple cider the whole way. (That was the only way I was able to get him to walk in the woods with me.) It was much needed, because I have been dealing with all …
Goodday mateys! I'm excited to announce that my essay Alaska on Fire was published in the latest issue of the Hellebore, Black Moss. An acquaintance called it an "insightful, well-written piece on last summer’s wildfires, budget destruction and the Tlingit idea of shukalxs uxs’— where the end is called back to the beginning". You can …
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(scroll down to watch/read) I am struggling with this blog post. I've been wanting to make an important announcement for more than a month now, but I wasn't sure how to go about it. How do you announce you won an award without coming across as bragging? It's kind of impossible. The truth is I …
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In the morning, we take our paddleboards out over sleepy Auke Bay, still peaceful in her slumber, before the whale watching boats stir her up. The water is so clear you can see the bottom of the ocean. The gentle sun, low on the horizon, warms the salty air. For a moment I worry I …
Sometimes I wonder if life is really an alien experiment to see how we humans react. The beginning and middle of our adventure was ridiculous, so there was no reason it shouldn’t end in shenanigans. The first time my four year-old ran away at the Haines Fair, we discovered her in the bouncy house. Later …
The first five minutes in the Behemoth weren’t good. On first smell I could tell something wasn’t right. Then something in the truck caused my hyper sensitive lungs to react, and suddenly I needed my inhaler. On our first corner we climbed a small hill, and our flatbed Chevy Cheyenne work truck slowly putted up …
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Wildfires wrapped me in their hazy cocoon yesterday.Muffled all sounds and thoughts like a cold,Like the eerie quiet of underwater. Orange sun transformed my living room into a glass of Tang. A parliament of eagles vied for salmon guts on the beach, chasing off the ravens over daisies and seaweed. Quarreling ravens forced out a …
June lupine bloomsCocoon Juneau in huesOf lavender and blue,Cormorant and loon attune To swoon of spring --None are immune.Whispers rise and fallSoft like balloonsUnder the loom of moon In full bloom.Soon strewn throughout, lupine seeds commune,Leaving clues to ruminateOn what once grew Under lover's rune. Photo by Jessie Herman Haywood
