I believe there is music in everything.

I believe there is music in everything.

There is music in everything. The rhythm of words as they’re written. Sentences wrapping around each other and building the soundtrack of our stories. The way the world moves through a camera lens. Images dancing to the pulse of the world. Voices speaking,...
Sixty-nine Chickens in Alaska (Memoir)

Sixty-nine Chickens in Alaska (Memoir)

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...
I was named after a hitchhiker. What’s your story?

I was named after a hitchhiker. What’s your story?

Yes, that’s true. His name was Kip Gentry and my parents, Bill and Nancy, picked him up in a blizzard before I was born somewhere between Nebraska and Wyoming in their Volkswagen van called Bilbo Baggins. Thankfully, I wasn’t named Kip because...