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My father lives in Colorado now.He spends this Father’s Day in a new home.From far away I sit and ponder howhe’ll celebrate this Sunday on his own.Without his son, who followed him aroundlearning from his skills and his mistakes–and now … Continued
I hesitate to admit it– here, amidst the mountains, in the thick, mossy forest of the Olympic Peninsula, forty-two miles from the nearest grocery store and almost as far from any cell phone reception: I have internet access. After I … Continued
When I was in Lisboa, Portugal, I had no idea what would all happen between Northwest Illinois and the Pacific Northwest. I’ve been doing a lot of packing this week. Today I am here. Tuesday I’ll be there.
When we went back out into the waves, they were crashing harder, as if there was something bothering them. They were the kind of waves that don’t mind if you smack them right back. The punching commenced: the first few … Continued
On April 25 we went to Ronda with our school. When the official field trip came to an end, our adventures had only begun. Rachel, Stephen, and I had made plans to go hiking in the sierra de Grazalema. We … Continued