It was golden hour in Lemming park and the air was ripe with a honey-blush glow. The sun had just climbed out from the hillside’s crest as the last remnants of night withdrew into the soft shadow cutouts of the rustling trees, the squat hedges and the lonesome water tower, all white and smooth like …
Fresh Bite: Part 2
The moonlight glowed off of Nana's white hair as she hunched in a patch of leafy greens. Her long, knobby fingers wrapped around a bundle of leaves. With a tug, the plant ripped out of the earth leaving a deep pockmark. "Macauley,” she said as she peeled back the cold, damp earth enclosing the rutabaga. …
Fresh Bite: Part 1
Tonight, the spray can clattered like a warning. The trolls had to work fast; the train would start rolling any moment. Mac ran a blue hand over the train car and got a feel for it. Smooth and sun-baked despite the night air, a solid pang to the palm. Nothing like those paint-eater concrete slabs …
Queen of Hearts: The Murder of Cynthia Rearden
Cynthia Rearden Her wedding dress was ready but she would never get the chance to walk down the aisle. On June 20, 1999, thirty-one year old Cynthia was ready for a night at the bar. She had walked to Hayloft Tavern because her car was broken down, but with a leather jacket over her little …
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Empty Space on the Couch: living with loosing a community
Before you get too deep, this was intended to be a short post that became a small book. Only the strong will survive to the end, so don't even consider reading if your feeble mind can't take all the black ink about to bombard your eyeballs. For the last five years, a little non-profit coffeehouse …
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How to Wreck Your Life: DIY Toxic Cesspool
Have you ever looked at someone and thought, "wow, they royally screwed up their entire existence. How can I do the same?" Well, wonder no more. These things! Net on a stick! Before we get on with ruining your life, let's start with a metaphor. Metaphors are great for ruining lives. Imagine you're in a …
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Be Unproductive: Taking a Hard Corner After Burnout
A hallmark of being in your twenties is driving a series of unreliable, questionable vehicles. A friend of mine had one car in particular that was little more than a street-legal golf cart. It was held together by equal parts luck and necessity. Her muffler fell off on the freeway, her windows would periodically drop …
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