Number 31 belonged to my former basketball hero Reggie Miller. For his sake, I donned the number 31 on my high school jersey. The number has kind of stuck with me ever since. So, a few days ago, on the 31st, my boss was trowing away the calendar sheet at the end of another day at Potter’s Shoes. I grabbed it, jumped on a stool, and had her snap a few photos with her camera phone.
Writer. In the summers, I live and work in the incredible state of Alaska, in the bush community of McCarthy, as the Executive Director of the Wrangell Mountain Center. When not in McCarthy, you'll typically find me in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California, writing and working with local activists. My primary writing project right now is a novel set in remote bush Alaska, of the magical realism genre wherein an earnest and independent young woman finds a mysterious radio belonging to her grandmother, a device that has paranormal bandwidth and a disturbing ability to mess with one's mental stability. View all posts by Jonathan Erdman