The women look at each other and have a moment of recognition. The couple behind them are on a date. Willfully ignorant of their presence, the men are getting louder and louder with each drink. “Early flights,” the women state, though the men have early flights too. “Need to finish packing,” the women state, and …
I fell asleep in the car on the interstate. There was a big stormy sky all around, and the trucks threw great plumes of water across the windshield but I slept anyway. I had piled the coats on top of me and turned up the heat, not quite all the way, and the rain and …
I met a Davy Crockett devotee at the Alamo in San Antonio, Texas. He made me remember.
I recently picked up a contract for some travel writing about Seattle, my home town. It’s guidebook style writing, but there’s an interesting twist to the approach and I was keen to tackle the cultural pieces. I’ve lived in Seattle for nearly 20 years and while I’m not in tune with everything that’s the new …
Our room was in the basement and the windows looked out onto a forest. It was quiet so I slept late and I was surprised to see sunshine slicing through the blinds. When we’d arrived the afternoon before, the fog was rolling in from the ocean and the temperature was dropping, dropping, dropping, but it …
Maybe I’m doing it wrong. There is a lot of talk of “structure” and whether or not the wine is “too thin” or “flabby.” I don’t know what this means. There’s also some innuendo, though it’s not meant that way. “My, this is soft on the bottom, isn’t it?” I snicker because I am a …