We're getting married!

We live, work, and fell in love on Lingít Aaní (Tlingit Land). Our home is on Anax YaatAndagan Yé, colonially known as Douglas Island. We recognize that the land that holds & heals us also does not belong to us, but was taken from its true stewards, the A’akw Kwáan and neighboring T'aaḵu Kwáan. We are dedicated in our personal lives and relationship to upholding the tribal sovereignty of this land, following tribal values, and respecting the land, and the people of this land, with our actions. We value the wisdom of the Indigenous leaders of this land and are grateful to work towards their vision of what a decolonized community could be. If you are visiting, we encourage you to spend your dollars in ways that support Indigenous businesses, learn about the people of this land, and be respectful if you plan to pick berries or spend time in nature.

My dog Squash has recently discovered the art of bone burying. Whenever I give her a bone she will spend a good hour or so looking for the perfect burying place. The order typically goes something like this: under the couch cushion, under the couch, under the kitchen broom, under the bedroom curtain, under the living room plant, behind the guitar, behind the suitcase, under the chair pillow, and then finally-always-she eventually decides to bury the bone under ME. Wherever I am sitting in the house, she will find me, jump up in the chair with me, and start burying the bone under one of my thighs. After that, every time, she jumps down, gives me a satisfied look, then falls asleep on the floor. Lately I’ve been spending a good part of nearly every day thinking about love. Romantic love. The kind of love that involves french kissing and mix tapes and spooning in New York City in the summer when it’s by most people’s standards too disgustingly humid to spoon. The kind of love you wanna bring home to your grandma and say, “Grandma, look at this love! Just look at this LOVE!” Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…….and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

Contribute in a very fun way by adding your favorite love song to our wedding playlist! Copy/paste this link to fill out a form with your contributions: https://forms.gle/wxSaVZ6nJ2Lu9R3u5 We'll enjoy listening to these as we plan our wedding and for years to come :)

Our ceremony and reception are going to be substance-free. We are both sober and it means a lot to us to be able to celebrate with you all without the presence of alcohol, both for our benefit and for some of our treasured friends & family. We ask that you not bring alcohol or substances to our celebration, and appreciate you honoring this request. If you are unable to attend our celebration sober we completely understand, and ask that you not join us on this day & instead we will love each other from afar.