I. Dreamed of. You last night. Us and walking. A park, there was grass. And eight kids shrieking and. Running, chasing, a white dog. You in a yellow dress, sandals Me with what I a[...]

I’m not afraid of bees because of those stories from our collective youth, the ones where the killer bees* were going to take over the U.S., alongside acid rain, the Russians, and [...]

I hadn’t seen Jack since Thursday’s cold needle rain, sprinting down the mud path, Strodes Ridge a brief memory, but there he was, huffing up the ladder, smiling Newcastle Ale, rea[...]

I chose to sit as far away from the noise as I could. Hungry after a late night of playing music at a foodless bar, I spread out my Sunday papers, set down my greasy burger and dug[...]

Children steal freedom, they are perpetually sticky, they’re walking embodiments of all that is evil with unprotected sex. But, they are honest. The impediment that filters our tho[...]

Immediate distress erupted around her. A group began searching the mulchy ground around the slide. I noticed this because I used to watch Kristin’s every move. I leapt off my swing[...]

It’s gym class in a gym about half the size of a regular gym — because in kindergarten you’re half the size of a regular person — and it’s the bottom of the ninth in ou[...]

In my younger years, I frequently looked forward to what I would be able to do in adulthood. Some of these things, like buying things with my own money, hooking up with high school[...]

Doubtful, we will ever actuate cognitive development once the scales have been tipped in nurture’s favor. Our ability to properly self-actualize ends when adults decide it is their[...]

Friday I got a call from Mrs. Peter Gens (G-E-N-S, pronounced Jane’s). Housewife, Art History minor, Oregon State Class of ’54, belly like a basketball. An “art lover,” cashing in [...]