We would like to express our deepest gratitude to all the teachers, human and non-human, who had a role in showing us this sweet path. There are too many to name, and we don’t know all their names anyhow. May they know we have found the strawberries, and are grateful for their guidance. This author would especially like to bend my head and touch my nose to Robin Wall Kimmerer, whose chapter in Braiding Sweetgrass “The Gift of Strawberries” made me laugh to the bottom of my toes with recognition of common exhuberant life. Thank you, Robin. May you know by this post that not all is lost with us stupid white people.