I remember the day Avery and I were walking through the orchard, before I’d moved there, and when we climbed up on the cliff overhanging the river, there you were just sitting there in your yellow and blue jacket. All by yourself. It was one of those beautiful spring days, a little breeze just barely […]
Category: Memoir
Moments in time from early childhood to adulthood that deeply impacted my life, one way or another, and made me, me.
Paul and the Magic Rock
I don’t consider myself a mystical sort of person. I don’t think I believe in ghosts, and while I definitely believe that there’s something greater than me out there, a kind of spiritual realm akin my own mundane one, I don’t think – in my life – I’ve gotten many glimpses of something I could […]
Troy and the Woodpecker
One of the things I really wish I could understand is why some memories stick with us while others just wash away. It’s almost like some moments in our lives become stories we tell ourselves (and others) over and over, and those stories go beyond just being part of our story-telling cache; they become a […]
Ms. Hardin’s Senior Lit. Class, c.2001-2002, or the Depths of Free-writing
Ever have one of those college or high school classes that was just the right mixture of people? It didn’t necessarily have to be the people you liked; you might have even despised a few of them. But something about the group dynamic made the class a cut above the rest. You were actually excited […]
Saying Goodbye to Aaron
I didn’t have many friends growing up. For about nine years or so (from third grade to senior year of high school), I only had one, real friend. I had myself convinced that there are two kinds of people in the world: social people who have lots and lots of acquaintances but few meaningful friendships […]
Some Earliest Memories
I always find it strange when I hear people say that their earliest memory is something like their first Christmas as a baby. Or any sort of insanely early memory from those first few years of life. I was not blessed with that kind of brain. In fact, the very first vivid memory I can […]
