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Keep the fire burning – araa and arigaa Twitter
UNALAKLEET—I, sometimes I think very foolishly, am on Twitter and open the app multiple times a day to see what’s going on in the world. I don’t have television, so I get a bulk of my news from the feed. I also follow to keep up with Native Twitter – a community of indigenous peoples…
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A letter to my children
Below are reflections on the piece written more than a year ago and recently shared at the Expert Seminar on Traditional Knowledge and Indigenous Peoples’ Fisheries in the Arctic Region held by the UN’s Food and Agriculture Organization in Rome, Italy. I write about indigenous life in our communities in Alaska. Too often our stories…
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Ugruk in The New York Times
When you’re given a gift, share it. So I say yes to writing projects I believe in, show up, and let what wants to be told, be told. I worked with The New York Times for this story that touches on climate change, motherhood, cultural loss, hope, family, ugruk hunting, history – so many things!…
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How I became a feminist
Sadly, I found out that with the change of ADN ownership and the implementation of their business plan, this Sunday’s edition will include the final printing of the We Alaskans magazine. For three years I had the pleasure of working with Mike Campbell, a fine editor, who worked hard to get stories from all throughout Alaska. The paper,…
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My family calls it Knock Out
These stories print in the Alaska Dispatch News Sunday insert. It’s been a great relationship and I have a good editor who lets me use my village talk and Inupiaq without explanations. Sometimes. I feel like this story was waiting to be told for a long time. I often don’t know what will make it…
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Inupiaq: The language I can write and speak, but don’t understand
Photo: I call Niv “my little teacher.” I spent four days with her and her Anaana, camping on the Niukluk River, near White Mountain. Niv and her Anaana are from Iqaluit, Canada and with intention, Jesse speaks Inuktitut with her young daughter. I learned so much simply listening to the two speak with one other, and from Niv’s…
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My favorite love story
UNALAKLEET — A year and a half ago, I moved to my hometown of Unalakleet. After 20 years, I decided that moving to the close-knit family community would bring me joy. I sold my cute, full-of-character Nome house, complete with a claw-foot tub, wood stove, and wood countertops from the old Anchor Bar. I shipped…
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Why I live where I live
UNALAKLEET — My great-great grandpa was a mythical figure to me. A man I read about in books. A person built in that historical, not really real way. But on a November day while visiting Chicago a few years ago, I looked at my great-great grandpa Stefan’s drawing and he became a human being. A…
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The morning fear turned into preparation
UNALAKLEET — Today I am defying the -51 temperature that exists six feet from me, on the other side of that six-inch wall. This morning I covered my body with wool. I wrapped a soft, caring bubblegum pink scarf around my neck. I put on some pink and fuchsia earrings made by my daughter —…
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Adii! Take that, tough January.
UNALAKLEET — Wearing a black kuspuk with black and white kupaks, topped with his white, thinning hair, Chip read the words. He has always been the most steady and solid man I know. From the time I was a little girl with bobbles holding up my side ponytail, this man of compassion speaks and I…
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