Now, the place that first introduced me to the racism endured by Alaska Natives is gone.
I’m too old now to ever hope to see the day when this state puts as much money and effort into its most needy and vulnerable residents as it puts into oil company coffers with their tax breaks.
If Congress starts now, there’s a good chance your grandchildren will enjoy the benefits of real health care coverage that includes all body parts.
It seems to me that the choices are rather stark.
Am I pro-life or pro-choice? What a horrible, horrible way to phrase that question.
Mental health is not the issue. Hate is the issue.
Who ever thought we’d see this day? Mike Pence – more interested in protecting our democracy than our Congress or Supreme Court.
COVID has a way of bringing you down to reality if, by any chance, you thought you could still conquer life in your old age.
The first thing that comes to my mind is a woman’s right to control her own body.
I expect that politics are about to become weirder than even Alaskans are used to, as the crowd of candidates stomp on each other in their race to finish first.
I’ve seen it. I’ve experienced it. I know how hard it is to take a stand when you are standing alone.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Don Young has now made me proud that he represents us.
For a generation whose original motto was, “Never trust anyone over 30,” we sure are embarrassing ourselves.
50 years later, it seems Inupiat culture has once more proven that it is stronger than the outside forces that have pressed in on it.
Trust me that somewhere out there in the howling Alaska wilderness, there are friends and family just waiting to meet you.