The Final Time My Father Said, “Come on, Hit Me” (Memoir)

The Final Time My Father Said, “Come on, Hit Me” (Memoir)

During the last year I lived at home with my family in Minnesota, I was a bad boy. A miscreant. A drunken, drug-addled fiend searching for sustenance in the cultural desert of the arctic Midwest. My punk rock insanity was fueled by a series of traumatic events that...
Tedium 9 – Delilah Reveals the Truth (Fiction)

Tedium 9 – Delilah Reveals the Truth (Fiction)

Jarette was speeding into the desert night with Delilah beside him. It was dead silent except for the sound of the truck’s engine and its wheels on the asphalt. Headlights struck the darkness illuminating a sliver of road ahead with nothing but sand, rocks, and scrub...
The Blue-Eyed Woman from Hanoi (Travel Memoir)

The Blue-Eyed Woman from Hanoi (Travel Memoir)

I went to Vietnam to surf and was forgiven for a war. My knees were bent and nearly touching my stomach as I sat in a small, red plastic chair. I was dripping with sweat and sipping a beer on the curbside of a corner bia hoi in Hanoi, Vietnam. Feeling like a...
A Devastating Fire Took My Childhood Overnight (Memoir)

A Devastating Fire Took My Childhood Overnight (Memoir)

The fire that eradicated most of what I owned when I was 15 years old was emancipation from things. I became a Minimalist with one spark of a flame. But that October day still smells burnt in my memories. It was the day my childhood ended. Walking through the...