Linger at the Edge . . . Or Let Go

Linger at the Edge . . . Or Let Go

Linger at the Edge . . . Or Let Go “Nice rig!” a guy said through his truck window. We sat side by side at a red light in a quaint small town. Red brick buildings lined the main drag, bright-colored flower baskets hung from light posts, and the scent of yeasty bread...
Wake-Up Call

Wake-Up Call

Wake-Up CallAlso Featured in the Blue Beret Magazine “Hellooo in there,” a man’s voice hollered from outside. I was snuggled up under the covers in my Airstream. Soft honey morning light dripped in around the edges of my closed window shades. I was boondocking (living...
A Surprise and a Confession

A Surprise and a Confession

A Surprise and a Confession January 2022 kicked off in north Florida with several winter excursions on the horizon. The first was a trip to Pensacola with my friend Jack. We facilitated two workshops at Gulf Breeze Recovery Center and camped at Gulf Islands National...
Lost

Lost

LOST I hike alone deep in a Michigan forest.Light shines down through tangledbranches. The next trail blazeis all I have to point the way. Coyotes cry. Then quiet.Frosty breath ebbs and flows.It’s too soon for cold,too late for warm. The trail fades into leaves. I’m...
Waking Up from Reasonable

Waking Up from Reasonable

Waking Up from Reasonable “He left. He’s gone. He’s dead. Imagine he’s dead,” Mom said. I sat on my carpeted floor, naked except for panties, slumped back against my unmade bed. My bare legs splayed out in front of me like a dried up wishbone ready to be pulled....