Route 66, Mariska Hargitay, and Joe Kenda: Reflections on the Death of the Great American Road Trip

Driving across the USA is an exhilarating adventure.  There is no better way to rekindle the love of this country than to experience it via epic road trip.  The best parts of the adventure, are of course, in the offbeat places you come to stay.  Many of those-Tucumcari,NM,  Holbrook, AZ, Amarillo, TX--reference Route 66, the... Continue Reading →


Requiem for an Intellectual

The last time I traveled this path, I was just out of grad school.  My husband and I decided to go out to Arizona to see his best friend before he took a full time teaching position at a private school.  We piled into our white chevy van with his signed teaching contract in the... Continue Reading →

The Ghosts of Emerald Isle

The journey that brought me to a table in a small Emerald Isle coffee shop in the days following the devastation of Florence began in my parents' house in May of 2011. It was in that place and at that time (a late afternoon it was, bright sunshine, warm spring) that I heard the saddest... Continue Reading →

The Polar Bear

I. The nightmare memory of the polar bear haunted her every waking moment--  the huge white monster in his "environment," lethargic, glassy-eyed, thin, dingy, stained fur.  She imagined that he longed for either freedom or death. The hot North Carolina sun beat down on his habitat in the dream/memory, and the water was never even... Continue Reading →

Master’s Thesis Redux

Are we waiting for the end of time?  Are we waiting for the end of light and air?  Are we waiting, or are we wishing for a conclusion to this business, life? Are we waiting to care about the deaths of billions?  Are we waiting for an exorcism?  Are we waiting for permission to kill?... Continue Reading →

An Un-Ghost Story

"Every single time he and Jess went out, she had to do an emergency stop.  Somewhere deep inside, he believed this was on purpose.  He got so sick of her same-old-same-old behaviors.  What had started out as a nice Sunday afternoon drive was now a frantic search for a crappy roadside pit stop.  Sometimes he wondered why he stayed with this woman." . . .

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