Whimsical stories, tales of places and heartfelt experiences meant to inspire emotions and wonder.

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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Thunder’s Time Machine and Perspective

Everything reminds him of what he's lost. The past and all the ways we romanticize it, and the future and all the promises we thought were ours—that past and that future packed dense into a single ball with which we toss and torture ourselves. That’s how it once was for you too, remember?

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Assorted Poetry v1

Three stars a triangle your ankle, twelve stars a bowstring your inner thigh, six fluttering suns a parabola your waist, the soft breath of galaxies your breasts, moon shadow the hollow of your neck, piercing planet of August sunset your lips. I’ll be your Roman astronomer, I’ll lift the observatory roof, let your stars fall down on me.

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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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Coffee shop thoughts on a rainy day

We sit in lumpy sofas and benches and high stools looking out onto the wet street. A young woman plays a guitar. A young man sits nearby and seems at great risk to crumble into pieces upon the floor.

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Contemplating my grandfather

Every day, almost to his last day, he climbed in his truck before daybreak and set out, usually with a dog, on empty roads into the empty prairie to check on the wells, one by one, heaving wrenches and bending his back. He was always alone.

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When Dad put a toilet on ice

The little girl's father thought, Oh dear, and flushed Elmer down the toilet. Feeling the swish of the flush, Elmer came to and frantically began bubbling, Help! But it was too late. Down he went.

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Fifty hours in a car with my parents

Strange smells intermittently wafted through the vehicle, originating from my father's direction. In Pennsylvania it smelled of bean enchiladas. In New York it smelled of pastrami and sauerkraut. In Georgie it smelled of kettle corn and sweet tea.

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The 3-minute hug

Today on Thanksgiving I met a woman named Edith, 81-years-old with crinkly watery eyes behind thin-framed glasses; small with a crackling voice like wind chimes.

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To my future daughter

Dance in the drumbeats of your heart and be glad at its tenderness. Be vulnerable. It is a soft thing we carry, but it is strong and you shall believe in its strength. You are mighty, little one.

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