Friday, 12 Jun 2015 | Views [401]
Why did I stay through the horror of the nighttimes in this way-out-west horse-wrangling town?
I was no southern chic. I was pure alabaster with Yankee blood and city manners; never even rode a horse, didn’t own blue jeans, and preferred ... Read more >
Monday, 18 May 2015 | Photo Gallery
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Sunday, 17 May 2015 | Views [1643] | Scholarship Entry
The place was eerie even in daylight. But in the dark of night, it petrified me. After kicking out the last drunk cowboys and shutting off all of the lights, I would dart to my room with my heart pounding in my throat. I can’t explain the goose bumps:... Read more >
Tags: 2015 Writing Scholarship
Sunday, 18 May 2014 | Views [491]
He was Italian, she Slovakian. Stuffed backpacks sit on the ground beside them. I see the guidebook. The entire US of A squished onto the pages of a book the size of a brick. I have held so many of them in my hands, but never, not once, ... Read more >
Tags: graffiti, hometown vacation, ny, rochester, staycation
Tuesday, 20 Jun 1995 | Views [303]
The main thing that sticks out in my memory is that I did not feel like a total idiot. But there I was, halfway up a mountain in a Kodiak Bear Preserve, bloody and exhausted, clutching what little remained in the one small water bottle I brought ... Read more >
Tags: alaskan wilderness, cannery job, grizzly bears, new friends, trailless hiking
