Two and a half years ago on an ordinary day in May I lost my best friend who happened to also be my father. I am celebrating him today by cleaning his bike and taking his dog for a walk, things we used to do together. It is a bittersweet moment, and that’s how it is often these days. Reminiscence, beauty, sadness, inspiration all mixed together ( Read more... )

the twerpy thing was, you never really got to save anyone. Last summer there'd been a dying raccoon out here. He'd thought of lugging it home so mom could call the vet. But up close it was too scary. Raccoons being actually bigger than they appear in cartoons. and this one looked like a potential biter. So he ran home to get it some water at least ( Read more... )

You should date a boy who hates hounds ( Read more... )

I used to wake up on Saturday mornings with classic rock coming through my windows. My mother would raise the blinds and I would open my eyes and stare at my ceiling of plastic glow in the dark stars that my father painstakingly applied one by one just to give his daughter the night sky. I would look out the backyard window and see my father ( Read more... )

349 is the number of US military suicides in 2012. More than the 295 troops killed in combat in Afghanistan during the year. When I hear shit like this I feel helpless. Why aren’t we helping our men who are dying for us? We decided to toast to the infinite debt we owed to these men for what they have done to their souls. I figured some men ( Read more... )

i have been driven to my knees many times by the overwhelming conviction that i had no place else to go. - Ab Lincoln

I will never again have that moment. That moment when you wake and the world is new again and nothing has gone wrong and everything has promise and nothing at all has been taken from you. How do you tell someone about your greatest loss? How could I relate losing my father? How do you tell that like it’s a story? Where is its beginning? How ( Read more... )

The term “black ice” is a misnomer. Nothing about the thin layer of ice that forms on roadways when condensation from automotive exhausts freezes is black in any way. If black ice was actually black it would be less dangerous, because in cloaking the medians and texture of asphalt with a solid sheet of black it would provide drivers with a visual ( Read more... )

A building faded to quiet long after rush-hour. I know you are reading this poem in a room where too much has happened for you to bear where the bedclothes lie in stagnant coils on the bed. i feel like running toward a new kind of love my life has never allowed. because life is short and I too am thirsty. The beaches in New York are warm, with ( Read more... )

Once in the years of Reagan on a yellow tricycle, he rode around the block and showed his mom look no hands because that’s how he felt for a moment which was free and that’s what he thought she wanted to hear and his mother gave him a hug and a high five and called his brother outside to watch. That was the year his father tucked him in every night ( Read more... )