award-winning writer & performing artist in Lingit Aani, Juneau, Alaska
award-winning writer & performing artist in Lingit Aani, Juneau, Alaska
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Dear Reader, I hope all of you are finding some good in this surreality we are living in. I don’t know about you, but I have come to appreciate this time to press pause, take a deep breath, reflect, write, read, and connect with family and friends (over various virtual platforms). I’ve gotten more fresh […]
I’ve always had asthma, starting at age four when I had to live an oxygen tent for a week, and more recently when I wound up in the emergency room with trouble breathing. Yes, I own an emergency inhaler and a nebulizer and I take asthma control medicine. Still, there have been times that none […]
Today we drew animals and read about the Titanic. We drove our cars slowly— imagine a snail, then slow it down even more. Every day is like a Sunday, like moving underwater, like when Alaska burned & smoke circled us in a dream. What other than a crisis can put you in the moment, without […]
A Letter to the Universe, in honor of International Women’s Day
A story about a vegetarian-feminist who goes on a high school exchange to the land of meat and machos.
A devil’s club graveyard all that remains, bones of a mighty clubbed fortress reduced to small brown skeletons, silent, still scaffolds of what once was. This is how you say madrugada in English– the coldest, darkest, undead hour when spirits roam the earth, right before the first snow: the rainforest so dry and quiet bones and shapes, negative space, […]
Little Tornadoes Inside lives a cyclone that can throw him to the floor. A punch to the arm he craves, a battle in his ears to slay the storm within. Give him a cinnamon stick, ginger beer, whiskey cranberry sauce, a lemon — anything to burn the fireworks in his mouth. I don’t know where […]
Because she is of the wilderness, why shouldn’t the rhythm of a thousand hustling feet induce her to run through TSA? Because when riding an escalator, why shouldn’t she wait for the prettiest step, although it may mean losing Mommy who has alteady gone ahead and landing spread eagle upside down between five metal moving […]
Welcome to the Prose Garden, where we grow hope and inspiration, fresh perspectives, with a good watering of beautiful contradictions and terrible word plays. Here we explore the entropy of parenting and life in Southeast Alaska, peppered with true tales of venturing off the beaten path, crossing borders real and invisible, and living beyond the imaginable.
