How can one read about roads and not think of The Road Not Taken? "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as…
View writingWe landed, mercifully, on the patch of sun-baked tarmac that was Green Island airport. As I waited for everyone else to exit the tiny plane, I silently cursed myself for sitting in the last row of the tiny plane. When…
View writingOdd, that she’d take some roads and not others. Odd, that she wanted adventure and yet didn’t want to drive, to park, to leave her familiar territory. Well, only part of that is true:she didn’t want to drive. So a…
View writingSo when I came down for morning coffee, Asya was already in the kitchen, a large pot on the stove with steam rising in rivulets, my large spoon held up and a tray of dough circles ready to boil. The…
View writing"Our path lies to the right. I'm certain." "Julian, you were certain about the last two choices, too, and look where that got us!" "Okay, okay, I admit it would have been nice if the carriage hadn't burned up, and…
View writingThey say the road not travelled is the road best taken. What a load of fucking horseshit! I can hear your complaints already. "But Mike, if you only ever travel on roads you've been on before, you'll go nowhere new,…
View writingIt was not right that Padreig should die like this. He deserved better - a heroic death on the field of battle, rather than wasting away from a few simple cuts. The blade must have been poisoned, but there was…
View writing“Which of those houses would you want?” “None of them,” he shrugged. “I like our house.” “Me, too.” It was true. The west side was beautiful, but it wasn’t home. Chris draped his arm around my shoulders, and I leaned…
View writing# The work of repair #writing/daily1000 1.31.25 Honestly, this one I don’t even want to write. I’ve hated the word repair. I feel like the people who use it are into the hazy, therapeutic, California flavored vibe What would I…
View writingPeople live in cracks of our imagination The pieces we allow folks to live are in only spaces we can see but only in the in between parts of the web created Translucent but so incarnate it’s impossible to actually…
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