I walk around with the constant dread that I am going to forget something. Things to do, ideas that float through my head, stuff I see that I think is clever. It is especially bad in that moment of time between when the lights go off and I fall asleep
Even with the outright exhausting weekend spent traveling, we managed to find the resolve to wander down the street to Globe Hall to see the last show of Erika Wennerstrom’s tour. We had seen her previously, at the same venue, earlier this year and loved the show. Now, later in
At the Southern Most Point in the Continental United States, you can stand in the rain for an hour to have your photo taken by the landmark. Painted on it in official lettering, reads “90 Miles To Cuba.” So close, but so far. Most of these people will never make the
About two years ago we found ourselves at the Floridian, a bar that Hemingway drank frequently at during his Cuban years. The bard had leaned hard into the tourist dollars in recent years. When people go to Havana, they assume they can spot people salsa dancing on every street corner.
It is 6:30 on a Friday evening and I’ve found myself in Key West. Do the math. There are places we all hold dear. They are not our homes, they are not familiar places. But they are locations we keep coming back to. Places we love to share with others.
This guy jumped off the page when I was journaling this morning. I am outrageously tired this week – physically, mentally. I’m about to take off to the Keys for a few days to see if that helps anything. At the least, there is rum. Let this be another entry
We first got into Homecoming while tearing through the mountains of Arizona and needing to pass the time with something that was long, yet engaging. Enter the episodic podcasts that have been the backbone to many of our road trips. After listening to years worth of interview-style podcasts of the
There is no right way to write a book. It does help, though to write right to left, top down, with some coherence to whatever justifies as “grammar” in your head, so the story at least knows what it is supposed to do. Most of the writers I know either
Defined, simply, marginalia is the notes that exist within the margin. They happen in drafts that I’m working on, or when someone hands me a stack of papers crudely stapled together to read (I think they call it a “manuscript”). Then I take the time to scrawl my handwriting as