A while ago, I told the story of Lucinda’s accident. This is the aftermath. Driving home was an exercise in grief. I’d feel okay for minutes at a time, and then the sound of her hitting the ground, the sight of the hole in her face, the weight of the blame I carried would crash… Continue reading Nothing Stays the Same – the other side of broken
It was a day just like any other day, as the worst days of our lives so often are. Lucinda and I were on an adventure. We’d traveled to Portland, Maine, to watch a movie about the death of Vincent Van Gogh. The movie was called “Loving Vincent” and it was the first movie in… Continue reading Everything Changes – Don’t be afraid
When Lucinda and I went to Charleston to attend a wedding, we went searching for the ghost of Annabel Lee.
They were fighting fellow countrymen. But they were also fighting the elements. In the winter of 1779-1780, Washington's Army set to work building huts to weather the winter at Morristown, New Jersey.
A sunflower field...broad leaves whisper...obscures your view...stare at you as you pass...
Travelers need two things: food and books. Everything else is optional.
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Not once upon a time, but here and now, two adventurers step off the trail. They climb down into a gully in search of a path improperly remembered. Careful clambering over rocks demands all of their attention. The spiderwebs at head height take them unawares. Fine strands cling to their faces, settle in their hair.… Continue reading Enlightened by darkness and blinded by light
The coast of Maine is dotted with quaint small towns that come alive during tourist season. Along the commercial strip their streets are choked with gawkers and shoppers buying lobster rolls and pine scented candles and painted seashells. Belfast is one of those towns. Picturesque and unassuming. It sits just off route one at the… Continue reading How to Escape the Tourist Trap
“Did you know there’s a graveyard on County Woods Road?” My father asked me. I’d driven by it literally thousands of times and I’d never seen it. Never noticed it was there. A cemetery nestled in the woods between two houses on a country road in Newport. We couldn’t see it from the road. All… Continue reading The Mystery of the Forgotten Cemetery