by Eric Alan

June 10, 2022

It’s been ninety-six years since my mother’s birth and two years since her passing, give or take elastic stretches of time. The feeling of time’s passage has bent in ways that elude my measure, during the pandemic. Sometimes the last two years have felt longer than ninety-six.

 

As a family and community, it took us those two stretched years to be able to gather to celebrate her creative, wild, and loving… READ MORE

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by Eric Alan

May 13, 2022

More than two centuries after Lewis and Clark first explored the Pacific Northwest, I discover that I’m accidentally traveling their route in reverse. I’m driving east along the serpentine beauty of the Lochsa River through Nez Perce tribal lands, which have lately been layered with new names, such as Idaho and Montana. I pass historical markers that speak as if history began with Lewis and Clark’s arrival in 1805. The… READ MORE

 
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by Eric Alan

April 08, 2022

I rarely condone—let alone celebrate—people carving their marks into trees. My kinship with trees is such that when I see carved initials, slogans, or more obscene defacement, I feel the cut of the blade myself. I take the injury personally. It’s emblematic of the deeper damage we’re doing to the earth, and thus to ourselves and each other. I despair at the disrespect.

 

Yet there are exceptions to this. In… READ MORE

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