“So you’re telling me, that if you saw Adolf Hilter walking down the street, you wouldn’t kill him?” “Well that’s not what I was saying. But sure, let’s talk about this…entirely new topic”. My fourteen year old daughter has had a quick wit that belied her age since I was […]
Bosnia & Herzegovina sure does seem like a lovely place. There’s all that medieval stone, more than a smattering of terracotta roof, and copious amounts of undulating green and blue. Nature, yo. Yeah, I’ve been gettin’ my Google Image search on. For as lovely as Bosnia & Herzegovina seems to […]
It’s often described as a tightrope but that’s not terribly accurate; there is no risk of falling off either side. This period of life, the immeasurable, undefinable, delicate space between childhood and young adulthood, is more akin to finding yourself in the middle of a meadow. It can be peaceful […]
The ride is advertised as taking anywhere from 30 to 45 minutes, but feels twice that. The sun-worn digital clock in the center of the dashboard tells the truth; but two hours could have easily passed before the potholes, gravel, and dusty congestion of Belize City gave way to virgin […]
My boyhood home spans 2400 square feet if it does an inch. With a fully furnished basement, a sloping front yard, and a rectangular in-ground pool framed by a brick patio out back, space was never at a premium. But the field of wheat grass and wildflowers that once bumped […]
There’s a certain amount of giving up requisite to keeping your wits about you, certain concessions necessary to remain something in the neighborhood of happy. Your GPS will heave as it searches for the address, whilst you concede point after point to keep everyone’s smile above half mast. Take the […]
Wise words from an unreal doctor are no less relevant in adulthood and in a foreign city and at 5:48am. Be happy it happened at all, not sad it is over. Or something in that vein. But try selling that platitude to a boy who has seen his favorite kind […]
Being inside an empty football stadium gives me the tingling. It’s not quite a fetish but it is undeniably a thing for me. I’ve stopped questioning it, I simply reveal in the sensation of coming out of a tunnel to see the lush green pitch and the brightly colored seats […]
