Congrman
Billy scuffed his shoes at the weeds leaning in the sidewalk cracks. He looked again at the letter from Mrs. Maurico, which read “Mrs. Olivia Anderson” in all capital letters […]
Category Archives: Bird’s Eye View
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Bag Lunch
One day he found a girl in his lunch. She was wearing a blue dress, the skirt stuffed and tied into a round soft ball pierced with dozens of straight pins, as if she’d been shot by dozens of Indians small as herself.
To a Triathlete, Dying Young
Barbara Warren competed in the Ironman Triathlon World Championships in Hawaii 13 times, finishing in the top 5 of her age group eight times, and winning her age group in […]
A Wicked Good Kiss
It was a slow night at Casey’s. Less than a dozen people. He noticed her because of her drink – she was drinking something white. It glowed palely in the […]
The Fourth at the Lake
Over the past decade (my fourth), 4th of July has become less of a holiday for me, and more a symbol – it represents the midpoint of summer, a tangible […]
Steep
Not long ago I watched a movie about extreme skiers and snowboarders. I know many good skiers. I know backcountry skiers, skiers who think double black diamonds are a […]
After the run
I enter the trailhead in the early evening, just before the light fades. The first mile climbs a thousand feet. It is a slow toil, not unpleasant. I love the […]
Vows
I sat down to write my vows. But, I’ve decided I don’t want to vow or promise anything. Promises are nothing more than threats dressed in their Sunday best – […]
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