Every year with the leaves comes the memory: walking through downtown Denver with Alan on a no-jacket day just as the trees were breaking bud. The leaves had not yet resolved into the distinct greens of honey locust and ash, crabapple and elm. 2,216 more words
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For all you fisherpeople out there, this chapter’s for you.
Saltwater fishing has always captivated my imagination more than freshwater. Maybe it’s the spectacular colors of the fish, maybe it’s the possibility of catching a real whale-scaled monster, but I’ve always gotten bored in lakes and streams. 373 more words
I’ve been working this essay about Ramadan dresses (dara’as, caftans) and while the process is fun (interviewing! I’m interviewing people who can teach me more!) and I’m learning about the region’s holy month traditions and drafting real time, I really needed a chunk of writing to… 2,666 more words