Native Wisdom

Making small talk with the cab driver, I sipped coffee on the way to the Juneau airport. The rainy morning continued a string of rainy mornings. I checked in and wound through security, made it to the other side of the human scanner, and stood in sock feet. My pack, however, didn’t make it. “Is...

I Got the Blues

Every year, I swear that I’ll spend the entire month of August picking blueberries, but every year, of course, life intervenes. I make time for a short drive or hike to a favorite spot and pick with both hands—my friends are impressed with my speed. Still, as soon as I find a good rhythm, I...