My Bible
I can’t explain, even to myself, why I’ve taken such pains to keep one previous owner’s “Streaky Bay Parish Announcer” bulletin from December ’65 in its proper page.
Trail Talk: Haikus from the Manistee River Trail
heads tilted back:
pinpricks of sky fire.
The Last Car in the Parking Lot
A part of me always knew the place wasn’t the right fit.
The Economics of Endangered Species
The blue jays we were ignoring are more striking birds.
Ghost of Days Unlived
I would have inhaled a rosemary salt bagel with my iced vanilla latte this morning.
Fifteen Seconds of Peace
There, church bells ringing as the sun sets over Grenoble.
Walden & Wind Turbines
The whole thing was a real exercise in accelerated bildungsroman.
What Not to Wear
Everything I tried on made me look like either a couch or a backup dancer.
Welcome to Nowhere Specific, Midwest, USA
But when a place is hardly (if ever) depicted, a place can be stereotyped into invisibility.
Lunch with Santa
Before long I was seated at his table, eating my breakfast burrito and listening to him ramble on about the local waterfalls, the crème brulée he likes to bake for the employees here, and his passion for the COVID-19 vaccination.
