I Lost My Words in Washington
There’s something so thrilling about unbuckling your seatbelt and saying, “I don’t know!”
Memories of Mosquitoes and Maine
I’ve never been lost, alone, on a mountain in Maine. My dad prepared me too well for that.
Co-lore-ado
It’s all in how you tell the story.
Sentimental Value
From the solace of our home, I got to reconfigure my relationship with my hometown and with my family.
Where Art Thou, Romeo?
What prompted a wolf, a classic archetype for the untamed and wild, to freely give his trust to a group of creatures he had no prior relationship with?
In-N-Out
The word “overrated” set a burning fire in my soul, set on defending In-N-Out to the grave.
Go Birds!
One thing I love about repping the Eagles is that I’m in good company.
A Different Kind of Presidential Palace
Retreating into the solitude of the wilds is an image I associate with the greens of a beech-maple forest, not the muted browns of the prairie.
Three States, One Story
I assured her I wasn’t taller—there was so much Mormonism in the Utah air that it somehow made her shrink.
Anytime, Always
Almost every house we pass, you know someone who lives there, or used to live there, or you used to live there.
