Suprise Me

Indeed, we are what we eat but I believe it’s not always about what we eat but how our meals come to be. More specifically, how they were served. Like so many other children growing up in Oregon I was use to the cold winter storms. Playing out in the rain wasn’t the least bit… Read More

In violation of the law, the ads were "segregated" ... Someone had to do something, we agreed, but what? Read More

Visit the brand new transfer station, spanking clean. Return home and excitedly relate the news. "You're raving about a dump?" Never mind. Read More

On the weekends, at a dance, away from school, --in the real world, we would pull that length of hair out from behind and drape it over our ears. Wild! Read More

The wheel felt woozy in my hands and the truck began to float. Read More

Wow, blue books! So many memories! I considered calling the story “Blank Space” — because there was always a lot more blank space than writing in my blue books — but figured this crowd wouldn’t know the Taylor Swift song, so I went with a 1970 song that applies equally well to my exam-taking experience.… Read More

My home town was home to a large, and now defunct, youth organization. Read More

The day I almost wasn't, but almost doesn't count. Read More

I experienced an epiphany, in the James Joycean sense. Read More

  I was watching the tiny rain drops sprinkle the surface of the water on the swimming pool this afternoon and all of a sudden I was whisked away to a day when I was 12 years old standing alone in some green rubber rain gear by a small lake my father built for me.… Read More