Jul 6, 2023 | Uncategorized
We sat cross-legged on the colorful carpet in three rows. 30 small bodies looking straight ahead with young, innocent faces at Mrs. Kablutsen. She stood in front of an empty blackboard and seemed too old to be a kindergarten teacher. Mrs. Kablutsen looked like the...
Jan 26, 2023 | Uncategorized
On my final day living in the Czech Highlands, yellow light from the train station hovered over the snow falling on the tracks. It was a cold December night, and my friends had kept me out drinking until the last train left Havlíčkův Brod at midnight. I found a car...
May 27, 2022 | Uncategorized
I got out of my old Toyota truck, stood on the ridge, and looked out at the Pacific Ocean. Walls of water were rolling in big and breaking with massive sprays of whitewash being blown by the January wind. Each gust tore across the ocean’s surface, rushing against me...
Apr 10, 2022 | Uncategorized
I learned to bartend from a handsome, pepper-bearded, and self-described “old queen” named Daisy in Key West, Florida when I was 19. It was at a restaurant called Mangoes off Duval Street, and I was the youngest and only straight bartender. During that time, I lived...
Mar 29, 2022 | Uncategorized
The end of the quarter-mile driveway from our farmhouse in the winter was the most desolate place on earth, and I stood there every weekday waiting for the school bus. A little boy in my blue snowmobile suit listening to the wind blow hard against the telephone wires....
