That Lonesome Ocean

Watching this thick and rain-soaked snow stream down the road in clumpy rivulets, there is a kind of sorrow about the quiet, white, and hush...

Spring or summer of 1986. Karen got her drivers license well before me, because, well, her birthday was before mine, and I think, she had he...

On my way home in the late afternoon, despite five years of living here in Canada, it still surprises me that evening twilight starts pullin...

Gretchen and I had been living in Oxford, it was 2001. When our time there was up, we blew all our deposit money on mailing our crap back to...

At some point in the last few years of high school, late junior, maybe even senior year, Becky had this plan. A photo essay. I think all of ...

This small post is deviant from the usual self-indulgent recollections here. But I am not sure if or how many people even read this, so it...

Karen and I were in Ms Finch Miller Jones’ ‘British Literature’ survey. This was one of the three English classes I was taking my senior yea...