“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.” – John Muir, Our National Parks, 1901 At one […]
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She calls to me from the balcony – using the wrong vowel – during her four o’clock cigarette break. I tell her I can’t stay long, immediately wishing I hadn’t, but she understands. Her yellowed fingers pet my dog as she hunchback mumbles I’ve been looking for you. Where have you been? After her partial
Juliana believed in monsters. She believed in the one under her bed, the one in the closet, and the one under the stairs. Happily, she also had a mother who could knew how to handle monsters. “Juliana,” she said. “Give all of the monsters names, and then they can’t hurt you.” Juliana named the monster
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I spent some time with Dracula Sunday night at a local art center. He was so dashing and such an elegant gentleman in his fabulous cape. Then, with a wickedly sexy smile, he started teasing me by calling me “Buffy” and “Slayer” as terms of endearment. I was immediately mesmerized by his exotic charm and
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This is impossible to relate more profoundly than the jingle about to occupy your silent ear. For me, no part of waking up could ever deserve the superlative “best.” But the grinder travels its savory circuit, crushing heady granules from beans holding their richest secrets inside. The fresh sense of what will become that precious
