Experiences and personal stories from the road and far-off places, meant to share my gratitude for what I’ve been lucky enough to feel and see.

Mandrem

I laughed because of how the headlight lit the poor edges of the land, because of the freedom of riding with no helmet, because of the ocean sound coming from beside us, because of the coolness of the wind stirring itself into the hotness that was the day, because of my arms outstretched.

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The Sigh of Blue

During the festival, when all the people were gathered in the temple, I went into the wood and sat on a little bench made of crumbling stone.

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Chicago Marathon. Done

The longer I look, my life goes back further and further, until the stars in the sky gyrate above and there's a funny old man with a big funny telescope standing in the desert trying to grab hold the edge of the universe.

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The Chipmunk King comes to Colorado

I squealed, so high and loud the chipmunks stopped dead in their merry pouncings of the woodlands to cock their heads and wonder if the long prophesied Great Chipmunk God had finally returned. But it was no rodent king; it was me.

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Walden and I come to the end of our road

A friend said such guilt is absurd, that it is my mindset that people envy—the leaping, not where I land. I don't know. I only know there is never a going backwards. We take with us every experience and each brings us closer to some truth we can’t yet see.

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Chased out of camp by Florida cougars

Last week in Texas I was surprised by a wild boar ten feet from my door. But now I don't know what's scarier—the thought of opening my door to a wild boar, or to a drunk, horny menopausal woman?

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TX, LA, MS, AL, Georgia—and love

They all were the same woman, and the pearls her necklace wrapping all around, showing me her soft curves and the sex and beauty of her everything; her tender flaws, her shaded fears, her laughing shoulders, her heart wishing me to hold it.

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We come to the frosted rim of the sea

Perhaps the morning will bring warmth for us all. Perhaps the gulls will wake me, as they did yesterday, walking atop the roof, the sound of their tapping feet inspiring my dreams of paperclip squalls.

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Walden and I start another adventure

And there are people here in the soggy forgotten towns. The house foreclosed and mommy shaking and daddy quiet and the little girl holding her teddy bear with hands in prayer. She's sleeping now, so we'll let her be.

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Christmas Eve with a dog and evil Santa

You think yourself flawed and believe your flaws have caused many terrible things to pass. But if you could sit on a porch and look back upon yourself, you might see your place at the center of a beautifully meaningful life.

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