Photo: Nate Lee, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons After the engagement ended I pointed my little Mazda east and started driving. Pennsylvania highways unspooled beneath me like a dare. In Philadelphia I walked through rooms where men once argued themselves...
The notes of pineapple hit me like a cream pie in Anita Bryant’s bitchy face. It’s my last night in San Francisco, and I had to try visiting Castro before I left. It’s too late for museums and walking tours. I’m too tired from standing under convention center...
“New Hampshire State Veterans Cemetery – Boscawen NH” by Rusty Clark ~ 100K Photos, CC BY 2.0 On September 20th I drove with my mom, grandmother and grandfather 40 minutes away to the New Hampshire Veterans Cemetery. It was mostly a silent ride. My grandfather...
Photo: Famartin, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons A hard November, again on a Tuesday,where office workers pass out holiday wish lists,(chain restaurant gift cards are good presents,and often requested as a small prize for a weekdone well). Traffic hums and...
Photo: Aubrey Case “Order three-zero, you’re my hero!” The quirky words beckon me forward, and I mutter a quick thanks as I snag the brown paper bag from the counter. I am four, ten, seventeen, twenty years old eating my favorite food. There are neon signs and...
Photo: November Masinelli, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Once known for the colors of its cliffs,red sandstone contrasted with canyons of green trees, people photographtheir auras there now. I should have asked you to take a photograph with me,should have told...
