Here’s a philosophical question for the readers out there —what qualifies someone as being “Alaskan”?
The Pelican Island National Wildlife Refuge isn’t quiet.
“Why don’t ya cut out the jester routine and get down to some serious investigative reporting?”
I’m always looking for the right answer, the right way to do things. I manipulate my Google searches over and…
Tightness in the chest. Queasiness in the stomach. Physical longing tinged with antsiness. Like a sled dog left behind on…
Wednesday evening, everything on my dinner plate was either caught in Alaska or grown in Alaska.
Well done, September.
Suppose at your latest physical you got a stern lecture from your doctor. Suppose she told you to start exercising…
Before we roll into the last fishing report for the season, I’d like to say that it has been another…
For the two years I’ve lived in Homer, I’ve managed just two trips across Kachemak Bay that haven’t been work…
Last week, as dawn morphed from a dull steel radiance to a crimson ember’s glow, I had just stepped out…
Over the Labor Day weekend, the Homer Spit looked as though the holiday had been over for a month.
The first time I reported on the Swan Lake Fire, I didn’t even mention it by name.
