I was born in Juneau, Alaska, a rainforest named for a gold prospector. Among the perks of living there was having a glacier in our town. It was normal to me, the way that everything is normal when you’re a kid, like your sketchy Drunkle John or your mom’s nicknames for privates. Only as an […]

Picture from the Juneau Empire files For my grandfather, Bill Ray These are the sounds after a quick death following a long life: The telephone rings are steady, but not constant. Arrangements are made swiftly, with no big decisions, discussions or surprises. Voices are calm. You hear a lot of sighs. Only a thin layer […]