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Compassion is transformative
This spring I spoke with U.S. Poet Laureate Joy Harjo for a story for New Mexico’s El Palacio Magazine. For five years it was my job to interview people. All kinds of people. Hunters, mayors, U.S. Senators, Alaska Governors, CEOs and birders. I was rarely nervous, and definitely never as nervous as I was in…
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Gram, Beach Greens, Fermenting & Home
Our busy harvesting season begins with our ugruk hunts in May. After ugruk we have the oil to store greens and roots like tukaiyuk, masru and sura. (I actually don’t pick sura because I don’t have the patience to pick and clean the tiny greens, LOL.) In June we pick beach greens to ferment. To…
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I’m writing again!
It’s been a while. I know. Thanks to High Country News, I’ll be sharing glimpses into our life in western Alaska. My favorite thing. This past summer I took a qulliq carving class with one of the greatest teachers of our time, Kunaq. This column explores welcoming the seal oil lamp back into our homes.…
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Hurt and healing, maybe even hope
For a few days I’ve simply been emotionally numb. Numb to the fact that thousands of Indigenous children’s bodies are buried. Children murdered, abused. Children sick with TB, died without family. Without love. Without care. Children buried. In unmarked graves. Children. While these children died at the hands of the Canadian government and the Catholic…
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Today we mourn
Today we know why our marrow has always hurt.Today we know why we were born with pain in our bones. Today we know why. We have been hated. We have been beaten. We have been tortured. We have been killed. We have been shamed. Humiliated. Told WE are evil. Told so much we hate ourselves.…
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Liar, liar, pants on fire
After reading this story KUAC reported a few days ago, I found myself writing a response. I think if I didn’t I would have internally combusted. Writing, in many ways, is a release. A way of getting the energy buzzing in my body placed, yes, just on the page, but at least somewhere. Each and…
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So. I love the Anchorage Museum.
I love the Anchorage Museum. We love it. It turns out the last date before Timm experienced parenthood was at the Anchorage Museum. That night Timm and I shared a dinner outside at Spenard Roadhouse and then drove downtown to walk around the museum. On free night. 🙂 We loved it. We enjoyed learning more…
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F**k depression
I don’t have a lot to say, but it’s enough. While driving home for lunch at noon, I heard the news on KDLG. I trusted I didn’t hear it correctly. A denial response? Or maybe I wasn’t ready to process the information. I got back to work and searched her name and KUNM radio and…
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Women uplifting women
I have prayed for a friend. A womanly presence, solace and comfort. And when the prayer was answered, I was amazed, thankful and relieved at the faithfulness of the Creator who listened. Who didn’t forget me. Who hears me when my heart is openly hurting and in need. God, thank you. This summer I prayed…
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Don’t drink that, Auntie
Today’s episode comes from Girlie Katchatag from Shaktoolik, currently studying in Portland, Oregon. Listen to a story. Learn something new. Enjoy! If you’d like to submit a story, song, a poem, or a way you’re staying healthy, make a recording on the voice recording app on your smartphone and send the audio file to laureliivanoff@gmail.com.
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