Eva Holland

Eva Holland is a freelance writer and editor based in Canada’s Yukon Territory. She is the co-editor of World Hum and a former associate editor at Up Here and Up Here Business, sister magazines covering the Canadian North. Her work has appeared in Outside Online, Reader’s Digest Canada, NationalGeographic.com, Nerve.com, the Ottawa Citizen, the Montreal Gazette, and numerous other publications in print and online. When she isn’t writing, Eva can be found home brewing, cooking, hiking and exploring Alaska and the Canadian North, continuing her slow and often humbling transformation from urbanite to outdoorswoman.

Stories by Eva:

  • Falling Hard in New Orleans

    In the beginning, you were angry. When The Other Girl first tracked you down and you went to that yuppie bar on Magazine St. and the truth about him and you and her began to come out. She wailed into her white wine, “My mother warned me about bartenders in the Quarter!” and you thought, […]–Read more

  • Three Kites on the Ice

    The water in the fjord was flat and clear, the pale, sheer blue of a mountain river. Icebergs were scattered across its surface, their reflections blurring and rippling as the boat glided by. The shore was dark grey, snow-streaked, rocky and bare of any life. On one ragged stretch of coast, an enormous blue-white glacier […]–Read more

  • The Air-Conditioned Traveler

    It was December 2001. I was visiting Malaysia – more specifically, on this particular afternoon I was visiting the covered Central Market building in Kuala Lumpur’s Chinatown – for the first time. My dad and my stepmom were three months into a three-year expat residency in KL, and I was a fresh-faced, jet-lagged rookie traveler, […]–Read more

  • Desert Solitaire Blues

    I. The First Morning “The canyonlands. The slickrock desert. The red dust and the burnt cliffs and the lonely sky – all that which lies beyond the end of the roads.” I picked up the book on my first morning in Utah, in a small Bureau of Lands Management visitors center on the side of […]–Read more

  • Not an Ike and Tina Thing

    He broke the news in the morning, on Labor Day weekend, daylight thinning the walls of our tent at 9am. We were camping in Haines, Alaska – a small port in the panhandle a few hours’ drive from our homes in the Yukon. We’d been dating, casually, for a couple of months. He’d dropped hints, […]–Read more

  • Mush!

    I. There’s a story that circulates in Haines, Alaska, a small town hemmed in by year-round snowcaps and cold, clear, fish-rich waters on the northern edge of the Inside Passage. The story is always told third- or fourth-hand, but if its details have blurred or morphed over time, it still retains a core of truth, […]–Read more

  • Acapulco Nights

    I don’t like to say that I’ve been to Mexico. It’s not a lie – I have spent a small amount of time on Mexican soil. But it’s a statement that feels empty; it doesn’t contain any useful, meaningful truth. I’ve never been one to get hung up on notions of authenticity when I travel. […]–Read more

  • In the Bush

    On the other end of the line my mother’s phone was ringing, but the familiar tones sounded distant, thin and faded. When she picked up and said “Hello?” her voice could have been coming through a child’s tin-can telephone. I held the satellite phone tight against my ear and tried to stand as still as […]–Read more