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Licking the Windows

One year Mr. Billy, my pale, soft-spoken middle school bus driver, won the lottery. He then decisively answered the age-old question by...

Home

I am 8,600 miles from my childhood home. It took me a car ride, two flights, two bus transfers, a midnight wander with a very nice if...

Goats on a Surfboard

Forced into calculation, I would estimate that I have spent 70 percent of my daylight hours this summer either a) next to a goat or b) on...

The Places I Used to Love

Every morning I bounce three minutes along a dirt road to the office, weave up two antique staircases and around overflowing sacks of...

(Almost) 24

When the Grateful Dead reflected in their timeless highway anthem Truckin’ on “what a long, strange trip it’s been,” they probably didn’t...

Comfort Circles

A few weeks ago, I bade a sweaty ado to my beloved 5-acre mound of bleached limestone and feral children, sped north for two days on...

Wet Hot Florida Summer

Our island has just emerged bruised yet victorious from five straight weeks of playing host to day and overnight summer camp. It was...

Nuts and Keys

I was sprawled on the back of a golf cart, eating a grocery store sandwich in the rain, when it struck me that I live, when all is said...

Tides

I live on a 5-acre island that two millennia ago was part of a thriving coral reef. When the giant Ice Age glaciers came along and sucked...

For Dad

One of the first things that you learn in any physics class is that matter is neither created nor destroyed. They tell you that you could...

Camp Fraser

Jack in the Pulpit, Star of Bethlehem, Spicebush, Virginia Creeper. Garlic Mustard, Tulip Poplar, Skunk Cabbage. Adam knew the Camp...

Yeast Bread and the Patriarchy

“I never cared about feminism when you were little because I was too busy chasing you around,” my mom tells me over buttered toast and...

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