The Creek
Daddy made me show him the place. You couldn’t tell nothing about what happened but for that stick. It had some of my blood on it but Daddy didn’t notice. […]
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 […]
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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