I didn’t grow up here, but Alaska has been home for a long time now. I spend part of each year flying to remote communities in the beautiful Bering Straits region, where—sometimes—you can see Russia on a clear day. 

No, really. Here it is.

Here, too:

I’m a remote-site, pediatric physical therapist, which means I get to travel on tiny planes over some of the most gorgeous terrain in the world. I work with some of the greatest kids in the world, too.

When I’m not traveling in the bush, my family and I spend most of the year in Anchorage, where we live right beside a deep, dark woods. 

There are bears in the woods. And moose. And endless stories. 

My daily commute:

If you want to read more about what it’s like to write while traveling throughout Alaska, click here.