I went for a dog walk this morning and ended up on top of Devil’s Slide. I did have to put my Moose Alley Cones ceramic mug into my jacket…
Category: Family
About ties that run deep and blood relations.
[Editor’s Note: Again, I have reached back into my archives to dust off an old piece of writing, this one from April of 2017. A lot has changed in my…
My neighbors got a “new” truck last summer. The white, extended cab, Ram 2500 with an eight foot bed sits and idles its diesel engine on the street; there is…
Devil’s Slide rises almost 800 feet above my boyhood hamlet of Stark. As a child the deciduous forest that stretched northward across the railroad tracks from our house felt immense.…
Editor’s Note: On the table by the window here at 616 Washakie sits a sun faded copy of Daniel Doan’s book, Our Last Backpack. It was a gift to…
Author’s Note: The November 7th of 2021 marks the 25th anniversary of my father’s unexpected passing. He was 46. In the 23rd year after his death I actively engaged with…
My tears take the long way to the pillow. They trace a line over my cheek bone and down to my chin, being slowed by week-old stubble, before depositing themselves…
I knew there would be some choice words for the cars in front of us whenever we next stopped, but the truth is I am glad we were going twenty…
Editor’s Note: a compilation of various things I have written in the past mixed with new material, this is posted here today in honor of what would have been my…
I used to think I wanted to be an artist. To me an artist had always been one who painted, drew, or sculpted. In those younger years I was unaware…
1 December 2015–It is my time. Over the years it has always been the same. Never secretive, but usually alone. It just feels better that way. In the same way…
The fully primed, reassembled sign was ready for its first coat of paint. With a few hours left in the day and a few days left in my time in…
Photo: My dad (L) and his twin brother on the tailgate of the ’53 Chevy wagon. Editors Note: I wrote this essay in September of 1998 for an assignment during…
I roll over in bed and try to figure out what the clock hands are saying. I wish ma would let me have a digital clock, they’re so easy to…