Kim Heacox

Alaskans rise to a challenge, and that she’d be honored to help take us into a bright future.

It’s our job to shake off any magical thinking and please-be-true conspiracy theories, and instead ask what’s really true.

Sullivan’s silence about the President’s repugnant statements fits a pattern critics call “a conspiracy of cowardice.”

He slept hundreds (if not thousands) of nights on the ground and greeted each new day as a gift. He was funny, compassionate, scholarly, culturally sensitive, deeply loved and widely admired.

Five hundred years ago Martin Luther expanded freedom of religion -- and unleashed a less enlightened spirit as well.

Many generous people have given their lives to this place; they’ve settled here, and reset their clocks, reset their conscience.

Born in the spirit of Teddy Roosevelt and Charles Sheldon, Denali National Park and Preserve's 6 million acres continue to awe and inspire -- and deserve protection.

When I first arrived here by small air taxi in 1979, the pilot said, “Welcome to Gustavus, you can turn your watches back 100 years.”

Richard came from the Everglades. I came from Death Valley. Two rookie GS-4 park rangers in Alaska, we sat in a duct-taped double kayak off the tidewater face of Reid Glacier in Glacier Bay National Monument and stared like starving men at the icy, misty wilderness around us. Nameless mountains climbed into dour clouds. A … Continue reading A life entwined with Alaska’s National Parks

OPINION: One hundred years ago began one of the greatest boat journeys in maritime history. And the story still stands as a timeless lesson in leadership.

OPINION: Addicted to oil wealth, Alaskans have looked more to gratification now than building a healthy future based on renewable energy.

It's Super Bowl Sunday and I'm excited. Not so much for the game as for the clever, comical advertisements. And the halftime music. It's Bruce Springsteen this year, an all-American guy and working class hero.

We were in the forest, taking photographs. Michio went one way and I went the other. I didn't get a single good shot that day. The trees were too tall. The green was too deep; the forest too big and complex. I found Michio later, at the base of a magnificent western hemlock, hovering over his tripod, his camera focused artfully on the white skull of a Sitka black-tailed deer. Embraced by the roots of the hemlock, the skull lay in a bed of moss, framed by ferns and dwarf dogwood.