We never really know what it will feel like to be in a new year, especially one so official and monumental until it's here.
This issue about stuff: how to celebrate with it, what to do with it when you're done, how to enjoy it and how to separate yourself from it.
I am thankful for too many things to list, too many people to count, and the many opportunities I have been offered.
We ask ourselves in small ways, like, “Should I go to the grocery store?” and in significant ways, like, “Should I stay or move to Florida?”
One summer I made the perfect catch and found a super berry patch; Blueberries galore, I picked with dispatch, half my bounty down the hatch.
I have a question for all the ECHO readers out there. Do you even read this letter? Would this page be better filled with ads or stories?
The lawn needs mowing, I'm not even trying to keep up with the weeds, and even with daily picking, my strawberries are out of control.
Whether you live for the day, or the months of planning, go enjoy the summer festival chaos that is “July in Alaska.”
I’m writing this letter in May even though you will be reading it in June. That’s the way this business goes.