I used to want to live in Alaska. I’ve had this wild romantic dream of living in the cold, a dark winter with candles burning to keep the light alive. Spiky conifers, somewhere by a northern sea, with howling wind and breaching whales and ice. This more or less scratches the same itch, minus the … More November, from Pandemic Winter
Seda met me in the muddy road of a village near Armenia’s capital, Yerevan. She spoke and I blinked back at her, 23 and wide-eyed. Seda laughed and whipped out Google Translate and her high school level English, flipped her hair and promised me she personally would take care of me. “Yes ksovorem kez hayastani masin,” she … More Thicker Gravities: Another Armenia Story
Being home feels like I should be somewhere else. I don’t settle here. Between jobs, back for a few errands. I don’t really like the sleepy little suburb I grew up in, there’s not much nostalgia left here. The crunch as we flung ourselves into leaf piles, cider mills, running trails and soccer games, late … More being home feels like…
Probably I will always be writing about Lake Superior. There’s a saying I read somewhere, though I can’t remember where, that there are two types of travelers. There are people who go to a place, have a good time, then move on out to the next adventure. They look for new experiences, like pushing pins … More “The” Lake; my lake
My local watering holes include Torch Lake and River, the Grass River and Lake Bellaire, and the small emerald water lake just down the hill. There’s a trail around back here, where you can walk out to the pond to watch the moon rise and look for owls, so long as you’re conscious of the … More Different Alone: Post-Evacuation Readjustment and Quarantine
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