What it feels like to be a sled dog in the Yukon

It’s harder—and more wonderful—than I ever imagined

"Parents are calling for a return to the dark age I grew up in, devoid of nuance, compassion or understanding"

For the last year-and-a-half, I’ve worked my day job from 7:30 a.m. to 3:30 p.m., then headed to the restaurant to start my night shift. I work 75 hours a week and we’re still scrambling to keep up with our payments.

“We’re real and we’re valid. We deserve the same rights as everyone else.”