What Climbing a Cascade Volcano Feels Like
Cognitive functions deteriorate with exhaustion; I once hallucinated midnight bicyclists and figures running through the woods after summiting Mt. Rainier.
In Uncertainty I Am Certain
I’m committing to following this path as best I can, although I can’t see the turns ahead and everyone disagrees about the map.
Black Eyed Peas
When Joanna and I bought groceries the next day from a store unironically named Winn-Dixie, the cashier chatted with us about our beer and asked, “So what are ya’ll doing later today?” in a way that made me feel rude for not including her.
The Front Runner
Her writing was an act of taking a love that for centuries had been pushed to the margins and defiantly sticking it on the center of the page.
While on a Walk
Standing there, I have a similar sensation to the one on the Peter Pan ride at Disney World when your pirate ship escapes through the window of the children’s bedroom to reveal a sleepy London beneath you.
Condom Nation
Those who drive sex education policies, it would seem, care more about ideology than accuracy—more about ideology, in fact, than effectiveness, teen moms, or lifelong diseases, either.
The Flowers in Seattle
Never before in my life have I been physically stopped in my tracks by the scent of flowers. Never until I moved to Seattle.
Blackberries: A Love Song
Blackberry ice cream is as holy as library reading logs or PVC swordfights.
Social Strata
Though I’ve never defined myself by a job title, I came to the realization that without my previous one, I had little to define myself with at all.
Slackcountry Snow
Then I pointed my skis over the edge and leaned forward so my weight eased me into the wide couloir, and it felt like I was plummeting and the snow exploding around me like a warzone.
