Driving into My Darkness

(CW) It took me six years to graduate college with a bachelor's degree in psychology that was so hard-won that I couldn't bear to deal with more...

Nearly Weeping Outside

“…And I should love you the more because I mangled you And because you were no longer beautiful To anyone but me.” -The Love Song of St. Sebastian T.S. Eliot   Lining...

The Road Trip–and the Question–That Changed My Life

I was in my final year of university and semester break started. It had been a rather arduous stretch in which we had to complete the dreaded...

Riders on the Storm: on the Thruway During a Tornado

It was supposed to be a romantic adventure during the Thanksgiving holiday, our first weekend away as a new couple. At the time, he was living in...

Cross-Country Seeking: Road Trips Can Test a Friendship—and Bring Family Closer

-- My dad and I shared road trips—some forty years apart. This is what happened. In the summer of 1976, our nation’s Bicentennial, my buddy Colt and I decided...

Go Slow Over the Rough Parts

The world's first recorded road trip took place in Germany in the summer of 1888 when Bertha Benz, the wife of Karl Benz, traveled 60 miles to visit her mother,...

Shredded Tires and Gas Station Gourmet

The open road uncoils before us like a black vein stretching towards eternity, carrying us to the sublime destinations we dream about. The best trips are those that...

Go West, Young Woman: Getting Away

The summer of 1996 seems far removed from the world I know today – the Internet in its infancy, Seinfeld gearing up for its second-to-last season, smartphones...
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The Clay Brick Memorandum

In the early 1990’s, after the fall of the Berlin Wall, I was part of a group of artists from the U.S.A and Europe...

purgatory and no leverage

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Words Written in Marker

Grief leads such a contrary existence. People have to die in order for it to be born. My brother died in Richmond, Virginia on...

Mrs. Knapp’s Ice Cream Cone

The first school I attended was the storied one-room schoolhouse. An old whitewashed building with a red roof and a vane on the peak,...

Breaking with Tradition: our November Call

UGH! Pictured here is a tragedy of tradition. What I have fondly come to think of as Mr.-Tippy-Head-Candy-Face came into my life, um, some time ago. I...

Quality of Life and Iftar Ghazel

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The Big Bang of Self-Awareness

Twenty-three and recently single after a painful break-up, graduated from college but still waiting tables, I pretended to myself that I was already both...

More Than a Teacher, He was a Mentor

Mr. Joe Bryant was an educator who demanded excellence in his students and taught me the true meaning of being a man and leading...

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I sit on other people's porches originally published in John's collection "dig it"

Lessons at 40

This past July and August, I worked on my tan. As I sit here typing my nose is even a little sunburned, something I...