To The Best Man I Know

Dad, This year I can't write you a poem so you'll have to settle for a public bragging letter instead. I must say, raising four kids like us must've been quiet the feat. Making us eat squash for dinner. The road trips with the "quooows" because we had to go to church with the Canadians.... Continue Reading →

Safe Travels

I'm currently looking out the airplane window from seat 30F. There are tiny squares, the shine from vehicles, and carved out roads leading in different directions. I'm heading to a place I've always called home, Anchorage, Alaska, with a peculiar sense of being. I came from the East Coast, from a place I knew I'd... Continue Reading →

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