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I met my tree in a rooming house. Only a few lone plants and a nice easy chair remained in the down stairs apartment. Linda, the woman who was moving out down stairs, was wondering what to do with this detritus of her life on Brewer Street. 1,605 more words

Creative Non-fiction

9. The Interruption

When Sarah was four and Patrick had yet to experience his second birthday, something happened. It was something that I swore I would never let happen. 664 more words


In the Seat of Suffering.

I’ve been crying since Sunday. I didn’t let myself cry on Saturday when I found out that one of my former youth had been killed in this last weekends shootings. 1,192 more words

Social Justice

like you mean it

i still think about you. i still feel the corners of my lips react to the pretty memories i keep. so close. they fit in between the everything else. 72 more words

Caught Between

Moon of Vanishing Stock Dams

When the writing comes difficult, sometimes exercises are helpful. I learned the MOON creative non-fiction exercise in college. A moon correlates to a season of life. 1,482 more words

Coming Of Age

Belch Gulch

Belch Gulch
Creative Non-Fiction

“There’s grandpa comin’ up the hill; ya got your stuff ready?”

Carole and I grabbed our crumply paper bags, stuffed with jeans, tee shirts, toothbrushes—the bare minimum. 360 more words


Blast from the Past 12/2/2008: A Literary Travelogue: Weimar, Germany

I wrote this travelogue before I ended up in the hospital. It was written for an online publication that didn’t run it. Oh well, it is here. 1,502 more words