Dec 10, 2025 | memoir, travel
It was hot in the mid-morning sun as I waited along the side of the autobahn with two German policemen rifling through my belongings. Nearly everything in my backpack was spread across the hood of the two-door Škoda car I’d been riding in. My heart raced and I rocked...
Mar 13, 2022 | memoir, travel
The day I killed and skinned 69 chickens in a ship’s graveyard on Alaska’s Kenai Peninsula is why I stopped eating birds when I was 18. It was late May and my friend Jeff and I flew from Seattle to Anchorage to “go fishin’”. Jeff was a very smart, 19-year-old...