Lily
I don’t know how to write about Lily. She exists in two worlds — the world in which I imagine her as the son he…
In the House of Evi
NOTE: This is an unpublished excerpt of a longer work-in-progress. The address on Manny’s case file was for the only business in what passed for…
Iris
“Lady, hey, lady!” I hurried to wrangle the 25 pound tub of cat litter into my car before he could get closer. The parking lot…
The Raccoon
Sangre de Cristo Mountains, Santa Fe, NM — Fall 2006 It was dead, that much was clear. Dead, but not bloodied or mangled, which was…
In the House of God
NOTE: This is an unpublished excerpt of a longer work-in-progress. He hadn’t been inside a church since… well, since he’d made himself no longer welcome.…
A Walk Through Luxembourg (July 2018)
In the summer of 2018, I returned to my native country of Luxembourg for the first time since I was five years old. It was…
The Camino de Santiago
In January of 2017, I walked the Camino de Santiago in Spain past the End of the World to Muxia, the ancient spiritual end of…
A Winter on the Oregon Coast
Walking the Camino de Santiago in Spain was one of the most profound experiences of my life. But it was also much more physically and…
A Year in a Yurt (New Mexico)
My first journey of self-discovery was spending a year in a yurt high up in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains of northern New Mexico. My…
Howling at the Blood Moon: The Joy of Being Not Quite Tame
“Introverts” walk between two worlds — not “wild,” but not quite tame, either. The mountains above Topanga Canyon are usually deserted at night, but the…