jungle flashes

* Travel was the first mind-altering medicine I ever tried. The west of Ireland practiced patience with me, Paris threw glitter on my creative mind, Uganda shook my joy loose, and London danced with me. Travel fosters presence, and people everywhere were accepting and generous with their time and humor. Every moment presented a chance … Continue reading jungle flashes →

the skylark

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My first car was a true exercise in character-building. She was a 1982 Buick Skylark, given to me by my parents when I was 17. I didn’t have a license, but I drove it anyways. When I turned 18, I drove it to my high school, and dropped out. I also accidentally hit Mr. Mole’s … Continue reading the skylark →

spacehead pt. 2

Einstein, the most gangster scientist of the 20th century, thought of space and time as one and the same. His theory of relativity is complicated, but one of the solutions to his equations is, if an object in space is heavy enough, it will cause spacetime to bend, like a bowling ball on a trampoline. … Continue reading spacehead pt. 2 →

見知らぬもの

Once upon a time I accepted that that thing my mom always does, where she exchanges life stories with a stranger she accidentally bumped into on aisle 6—I do that thing. It once led to an unlikely and delightful experience in Hawaii with my friend, Tracie, poet and blogger extraordinaire. Honestly, Tracie and I weren’t … Continue reading 見知らぬもの →

escapelust

My love for Disney songs runs pretty deep. There’s a waist-high window where I wait tables, and my favorite thing to do is to open it with both hands, keep a far off look on my face, and sing, “Little town, it’s a quiiiiet village, every day, like the one before.” Nostalgia certainly plays a … Continue reading escapelust →

the regular chronicles: Greg

If Dumbledore and Hagrid somehow melded into a different, beautiful human, that different, beautiful human would be Greg. Shaggy, boisterous, solemn, brilliant, divinely thoughtful, passionate, truly loud. He might have been 6'5, 240 lbs., but he was a gentle giant. He somehow got out of Vietnam and into old age with a craggy face and … Continue reading the regular chronicles: Greg →