As I write this, I am sitting on a beautiful porch in the city of Albacete, Spain. This is the place I will live for the next month, which still sort of feels like a heat induced dream from the warmest temperatures I think I’ve ever encountered. It is very hot in southern Spain in … More Travel Patterns
In 2003, two social psychologists by the name of Emmons and McCullough did an experiment that involved counting blessings vs. burdens. Their results found that participants who practiced exercising gratitude (over the course of the ten week study) reported better emotional and physical health than their control experiment counterparts. For many people, gratitude is thought to … More Diamond Hill, Ireland
I have my father’s nose, and my mother’s disposition. I have her hands, and his eyes. His strength and resilience. Her bleeding heart. Her taste in music. If my father were the sun, then she was Mother Earth, and they orbited each other in the only way two broken souls know how to. In … More Wildfire Father
I know, sometimes, it is all too easy to get caught up in passing trends. I know my mother thought this way about Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love. I remember picking it up off her shelf before I was old enough to understand it, and asking her what she thought about it. My mother, even though she … More The Physics of the Quest
“I’ve come very close to death, many times. And you know me, I’m really open with talking about my issues. Today though, being up there, even though I was strapped in, and I had all this equipment on… even though I was safer than I have been in a lot of situations, I was so much more … More 35 feet in the air
How do we know when someone loves us? Is it detectable like trace amounts of stardust in our construction, in our bones, and in our bodies? Something we know but cannot regularly see? Or is it ever present, but ever-flowing like ocean waves along the shoreline, and we are left standing with wet feet, wondering … More How do we know when someone loves us?
Yesterday, I spent a whole day doing something I’d talked about doing with him, my abuser. I took some beloved people on a three hour ride north to one of the very few places I call home, a geographic location where I can stand and say, “Right here, this is where I became me.” Among … More Today, I have won these battle scars.
Tonight was such an exciting night. This was the first time that I’ve actually read a piece of work I’ve written to an audience of more than my closest friends, who I more or less often pester into listening to me read to them. While this was not my first time talking about my work … More Fiction 440: the performance
Jan 25 Keywords: Trout, Shiv, Ankle bracelet It was somewhere between the beginning of summer, and the end. Between the north side of the river that ran through their tiny tourist town, and the mouth of the lake that it fed itself into. Somewhere between the ages of 9 and 13, before ankle-bracelets were traded … More Let Them Eat Trout
At this point, I am overcome with hesitation in sharing a story that doesn’t belong to me. It isn’t mine to tell, but as part of a running investigation, I felt obligated not to conceal the facts of such an intimate story. Regardless of who it might condemn. Without further digression, I will present my … More Thaddeus Jackson’s Daughter