There were a couple moments that really set the mood for the Summer, and this text message is the essence of one of them ( Read more... )

I've talked about this a lot, so you guys only get one chance...

( Guess )

Dad: "This morning I woke up at five AM, I was feeling Flemish ( Read more... )

From the beginning of October ( Read more... )

There are places in the woods behind my house that I can only describe as magical, and in this dream I'm standing at one, the way I remember it, with my dad and brother walking along the ledge above the creek. Humongous squid and cuttlefish float past in the water, light as clouds ( Read more... )

I'm walking up the street from my mom's house, noticing how different the neighborhood seems. Simone's out front, selling plants in front of her rebuilt house. My next door neighbors aren't home, though some forest rangers are standing in her driveway looking for Live Oak cones. I hear the sound of rushing water, and head up to Minerva's ( Read more... )

The vessel that carried me across the sea and home from college arrives with a satisfying thump at the pier, and I'm surrounded with familiar faces as I dismount the ship. Too eager to share my new and profound grasp of animal psychology, I glance around for a subject ( Read more... )

An old dream that somehow never made it online ( Read more... )

In the morning, up in the hallway that leads to my room at my dad's house, sits a crate of chocolate ( Read more... )

The day of a terrorist attack in D.C. For some reason I'm in the middle of the awful aftermath, and I glimpse a charred bus, sans roof. I start to look away to avoid seeing anything gruesome, but the badly burned passengers are walking around and kissing each other. "Hey me too, it's my birthday," one of them says ( Read more... )