I Was Wrong About My Snake Plant
Marla was making her way in the world.
*Record Scratch*
Now, where were we? Ah, yes, “Please, God.”
Where Nobody Knows Your Name
I’ve chased the magic of that game, trying to replicate the environment a few times since.
Collecting Vinyls Without a Record Player
Giving up when confronted with the imperfections of the world isn’t going to make the world a better place.
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
At around 7:10 p.m., the Anderson asked how the Fitzgerald was doing, to which Captain McSorley responded: “We are holding our own.” That was the last communication heard from the ship.
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.
A Long Memory
I remember not liking it—the plum—very much.
On Sunsets
I thought of the book in my car and wondered if I should go back for it.
Adventures in Amateur Birdwatching
Downy Woodpecker & Hairy Woodpecker: I can’t tell these guys apart and I don’t believe that you can either.
The Smell of Douglas Fir
Am I a product of all of the sticks, stones, and leaves I have encountered throughout my life?
