Category: Travel

I decided that I needed to meet Lost Boy. I told him that I had an active imagination, and I was afraid of concocting a story about us that wasn’t rooted in reality. He wrote back that he understood, and he’d like to meet me, as well. “Very much so,” he typed. I believed him […]

In my year of no-fixed-address, I have repeatedly come up against the creepy car phone convo conundrum. While living with friends or in a barely assembled house whose walls are full of holes or half started upgrades, I find my car is the only place I can have a guaranteed private phone conversation, and so […]

Denver makes good plain sense. Except for the part about water. In New Orleans, there’s too much water. No, it’s not even an issue of too much. The place was built in its own watery flotsam of silt, sand and clay, and therefore it sinks. So I don’t think it’s fair to talk about water […]

Things are changing both fast and slow here, and some of it falls along the tectonic timeline plates of “Before the Storm” and “After the Storm.” My friend Val attends neighborhood homeowners association meetings, where twenty to thirty residents, ranging in age from early 40’s to elderly squeeze into children’s desks in the local school […]

New Orleans. July 2013. “Every week or so he comes out of his house with an old Mardi Gras cup and a paintbrush,” says Val, my scientist friend who lives here. “And his glasses are perched way down on his nose like this,” she puckers her mouth and squints her eyes as if balancing a […]

Parker,  Colorado. Twenty some miles south of Denver city limits. You can smell wild sage in the air, adult rabbits zig zag across the ergonomically winding residential streets. My roommates, who I will affectionately call Starlily and Starman and I decide to take a walk. It’s a bit past six and the day is still […]

Once, in the summer of 2006, in Shaftsbury, Vermont, I sat on Robert Frost’s toilet. I’m not making this up. I stepped over the velvet rope and sat right down and smiled for my friend to take a picture. And all of a sudden, I felt less scared. What is scary about Robert Frost? A […]