strike a pose 📸

Hi Reader, I hate having my photo taken. The moment a camera appears, I go from being in the moment to a rapid internal audit: Is my smile too forced?Why do I feel the urge to do jazz hands?Is there a chia seed in my teeth from breakfast? Wait…did I even eat breakfast? Here’s a photo from a time when I didn’t care what I looked like. That’s little Ari, enjoying summer in Alaska. I’m sitting on a makeshift birch tree bench outside the homestead where I was raised. (Yes, those are mosquito...