Tupaarnaq

06/06/2026

I often get comments asking, “Why don’t you write or speak in Danish or Greenlandic?”

The answer is simple: I can, but this is my platform, and I choose to communicate in the language that feels right to me.

My Greenlandic is not as strong as I would like it to be. My Danish is fluent, but if I only created content in Danish, I don’t think I would have built such a strong following across the Arctic. I probably wouldn’t be reaching more than 2 million views a month either.

My goal has always been to connect with people, share stories, and create conversations across communities and borders. English allows me to do that.

We all have different journeys when it comes to language. Mine is shaped by growing up between cultures, and I’m okay with that.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that. 😊

And a special shoutout to Sirivik in Inukjuak. I absolutely love my new hoodie. 💛

05/06/2026

My last Father’s Day post. ❤️

Today is Father’s Day in Greenland and Denmark, and I want to share a little about my Aataa Kilaasi, my mom’s dad.

He was born in Nuuk in 1931. He was not just my grandfather. He was so much more.

When I was born, he wrote “1:25” on a small piece of paper because I arrived at 1:25 a.m. He carried that little note with him for years, until I became an adult and he gave it to me.

When my dad was sick and my parents often had to travel to Denmark for treatment, my grandparents took us in. Some of my best childhood memories are from their home. My granddad would make a big event out of preparing our food, decorating our plates with smiley faces and making us feel special.

He even built a playhouse for us grandkids.

He was my biggest role model. When I was 12, I wanted a poster of Louis Armstrong because I loved Louis Armstrong, simply because my granddad loved him.

He always wore the traditional Greenlandic men’s hat. He wore it forever and never washed it. I loved the smell of it because it smelled like him.

When I became a teenager, my grandparents moved to Denmark because the cold had become too difficult for them. Back then, I didn’t have many TV channels and desperately wanted to watch MTV. My granddad, being the sweet man he was, would record MTV on VHS tapes and mail them all the way from Denmark to Greenland for me.

Just thinking about that now fills my heart.

I have so much love for him, and I was incredibly lucky that he was my granddad. Today, on Father’s Day, I’m thinking of him with gratitude, love, and a smile. ❤️

05/06/2026

Today is Father’s Day in Denmark and Greenland.
My dad died when I was 5 years old, and when I was 7, my mom remarried. Lasse became my stepdad, and he adopted both my sister and me.

The truth is, he never felt like a “stepdad.” He was just Dad.

When my mom died when I was 21, I remember having this strange fear that maybe he wouldn’t want to be our dad anymore. Looking back, I don’t know why I thought that.

Because he proved the exact opposite.

He stepped up in every way possible. When I went through my divorce and was struggling, he helped me move. Every Monday, he looked after my daughter so I could go exercise and take care of myself. Later, when I moved to Denmark, he lent me money so I could buy a condo.

Over and over again, he has shown up when I needed him.

Not because he had to. Because he wanted to.

I am so grateful that my mom married the best man. A man who chose us, loved us, and never stopped being our dad.

Elsker dig, far. ❤️❤️❤️

05/06/2026

Today is Father’s Day in Denmark and Greenland.

My dad died when I was 5 years old. I don’t have many memories of him. Looking back, I think my mom was doing the best she could, but we didn’t really know how to keep his memory alive. Without realizing it, we just didn’t talk about him very much.

For many years, when people found out my dad had died, I would say, “Don’t worry about it. I was only 5. I don’t remember him much.”

But when my oldest daughter turned 5, I think I finally understood the size of the loss I had experienced. She was so attached to me and her dad, and it made me realize that I was probably just as attached to my father.

My mom once told me that after my dad died, I asked her, “Is Ataata not in pain anymore?”

She answered, “No, he is not in pain anymore.”

And then I said, “Then I am happy that he is dead.”

I was only 5 years old.

Even now, I can’t believe those words came from such a little heart. But when I think about it, I hear the love in them. A child who missed her father, but who was relieved that he wasn’t suffering anymore.

Happy Father’s Day, Ataata. ❤️

04/06/2026

Thank you so much, Lynn Moorhouse, for gifting me these beautiful earrings and water bottle. ❤️

And everyone, please go follow Panik Creations! Your work is beautiful.

Thank you, Lynn, for welcoming me so warmly to your home community. It meant so much to me. I can’t wait to see you again. 🥰

04/06/2026

Goose egg for breakfast 🥰

04/06/2026

Andy told me last week that Wednesday we would have a feast. But honestly, if there were a word bigger than feast, that would be the right word. The feastiest feast. 😅

Look at this spread. We are so lucky to be Inuit and to love this food so much. I can’t imagine not eating it or not appreciating it.

I am so full. Tonight we had char, dried fish, quaq (raw frozen caribou), goose stew and mattak.

I am speechless.

Thank you, Judy and Andy, for hosting this incredible dinner, one I will probably remember for a long time. ❤️🙏🏽

Inukjuak ❤️

02/06/2026

02/06/2026

Today’s lunch: burger fries and dried dish. Guess what I enjoyed the most?? 😆🥰❤️

02/06/2026

Day 1 of the Nunavik Economic Summit. Listening to Makkivik President Piita Aatami.

A shout-out to all the simultaneous interpreters in the field: you are amazing. What an incredibly difficult job, to listen, process, and communicate in another language in real time, and you make it look effortless.

Thank you for helping people understand one another and for making these conversations possible. ❤️👏🎧