For NYT Opinion: Our Normalness Made Me Drunk. Maybe It Made Me Stupid.
Here is an essay I wrote on the human impulses that kept us from protecting ourselves during the pandemic.
Here is an essay I wrote on the human impulses that kept us from protecting ourselves during the pandemic.
During the first summer of the pandemic I wrote about a Brooklyn winemaker as he traveled to Bristol Bay for a fishing season like no other.
And in an era of climate change, break-up has been coming too soon, especially this year. The ice has become unpredictable, creating new, sometimes deadly hazards and a host of practical problems that disrupt the rhythms of everyday life.
No matter where you go in rural Alaska, you will always find a cake mix cake.
And there is most likely no more democratic fishing spot in America than the Kenai — a place where any Alaska resident, from an oil company executive to a carwash attendant, can fill a freezer with premium salmon for only the cost of gas and gear.