It’s that time of year when the eucalyptus trees peel their bark like wet swimsuits and let them slap onto the ground, as if they could step out of the soggy pile and kick it to the side. They bare their long trunks, poised on the precipice over New Brighton beach...
Photo: nyker / Shutterstock.com Miggy’s going to make history tonight, my boyfriend says to me, the Michelob sloshing through his words. The 500th win is ours tonight. A teen flips a number on the fan-made sign from 496 to 497. My boyfriend’s shoulder bumps into my...
If you happen to be driving through the mountains of West Virginia, and if you happen to be going the long way to wherever you’re going – because Tucker County is always the long way, unless you’re specifically going there – you may cross a bridge, and go into a town...
Photo by Doug Kerr from Upstate New York, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons There’s this little one-room cabin in Mexico, New York (just off Lake Ontario) on a plot of land circled by three trailers on a sparsely-populated street. Amanda and I needed a place to...
Photo: Helen89 / Shutterstock.com Five different times during our seven day visit,we trekked over to Eaton Street. Our facespressed the glass window, our hands cuppedour eyes. Looking for Judy. We donned our masks, meandered aisles.Perused displays. Eventually spent...
“Guys, come on. We’re late, we’re late!” I attempt to tie two shoes at once, the clock ticking, my children doing everything in their power to make us late for our train. “Mommy, where going?” asks my toddler, and I again reflect on the impossibility of getting two...
