Contest: T-Shirt design
The Press is celebrating its 21st birthday this year and because every special occasion deserves a new outfit we’re looking for a fresh, wearable graphic. Think you can help us out? Why not enter…
The Press is celebrating its 21st birthday this year and because every special occasion deserves a new outfit we’re looking for a fresh, wearable graphic. Think you can help us out? Why not enter…
By Regina McConkey One evening my aunt was in town visiting from Seattle. We sometimes stop off for a glass of wine when she’s in town, so I called my mother to see what the game…
By James Mason It was late May and the ice had just come off Lake Spenard. The day was sunny and clear so I took a spin on my mountain bike. At the northeast corner…
By Allison Louise When my Grandpa, Hunter Lee Fisher (really. His name was Hunter Fisher.) moved his family up the Alcan to Alaska in 1962, they settled in a ramshackle house on 26th Ave in…
By Lucas Rowley It was a summer day in the early nineties. Dr Dre’s album was out, everyone wanted to be a gangster, and Anchorage was blowing up with crime. I was hanging out with my…
By Shoshawnna O’Kelly My Spenard story starts at 6am on a Tuesday, back in the day when AKdigitel was still around turning people’s phones off at midnight. Because that’s a totally appropriate time to disconnect a…
By Carol Schlitte One of the funniest things that has ever happened to me; although it wasn’t at all funny when it occurred… My first day ever, in Anchorage in September of 1996, after a…
by Carlyle Watt A few months after moving up to Anchorage from South Carolina, I began taking some vocal lessons from a woman in an arts studio off of Spenard. I was in a new…
This week our feature story is about Spenard, that magical section of Anchorage that was once its own town and is now the heart of a sprawling municipality. Mary Lochner spoke with several people who…
Anchorage Press Haiku contest: Compose a haiku based on one of the following prompts: His (or her) vengeance Sequestered Barmegeddon The non-apology Artful Urban farm Blackened Breaking the ice Is it really 3 a.m.? Propaganda The…