I've been slow to embrace social media. But here's something I posted a few days ago that I want to share here also: My Facebook self has mostly been about my career as a scientist, and the unfathomable grief and unshakeable quest for Justice precipitated by the killing of my daughter in November 2020. AND NOW comes a story of sunrise, of blossoming. Of a woman I met on a coastal mountaintop more than three decades ago and fell into ferocious love with. Three years of

Lake McDonald, Glacier National Park. February 13, 2026. PC: Jennifer Knauer One week ago I had the honor of attending the premiere of Damon Ristau’s documentary film To Kill a Mermaid: The Linnea Mills Story . Jenn and I arrived in Montana a few days early and visited the deceptively serene shores of Lake MacDonald in Glacier National Park, where my beloved daughter Linnea was killed. When we arrived the lake was calm with a perfect reflection of the mountains and peals of c

Six-year-old Linnea helping with my snowshoe hare research When my daughter Linnea was about two and rambling fast through a story of friends and places and activities, she would sometimes stop, scrunch her face with thought, gently tap her temple with her knuckles, flash her clever smile, and firmly implore her memory to recall the factual detail: “Tink Bwain, Tink!” . As a scientist and university prof, this Linneaism would make my heart soar as much as it cracked me up. Sh

Tiger's Nest, Bhutan, 2011 Across my career I’ve published lots about wildlife conservation science. Today I’m “spilling the tea” (a phrase my nieces taught me) about a very different kind of project I’ve been working on this year: a book about my daughter Linnea. This project has proven to be an intensely personal and healing journey. I am currently looking for the right publisher – please share your ideas with me. After 2 ½ years battling for justice, I traveled to Norway