The Final Peanut: Disjointed Notes from a Florida Vacation

I drummed up a little contest for the two adults in the car. I grabbed a tin of Mr. Planters cocktail peanuts from the passenger seat. Placed a single nut in my mouth.

Coffee Shop

You take a couple sips of the hot, earthy liquid, and off goes your mind. Now you’re floating. Near the ceiling, mingling with the smoky coffee bean scent. You’re settling into your body again.

Like a Dog in the Woods in the Nighttime

When I was in my early 20s, I took a bus to New York City for no reason other than to do it.

Movement is for the Living

I could wake up tomorrow, walk into my front yard and be attacked by a rabid bobcat.

One Day in Fiumicino

I spent my last night in Italy eating a DiGiorno pizza at a small table in a rustic cottage.

‘It All Feels Very Natural’

An endearingly quirky Nashville singer-songwriter gets back to basics on his latest EP, ‘sweet boy.’

When Our Plane Lands

If not Italy or Holland, then where are we headed?

A Long Way from Harbor Island

Every time something major is poised to happen in my life, my wife, Caitlin, and I split for the coast. This is a deliberate action.

Fiction Pick: ‘The Old Caver’

Arturo was nearly an old caver and dreaded becoming like the men who would drink rum and share their own legends throughout the night.

Just Keep Living, Kid

There’s no telling how these things will play out, what his life will hold for him, because right now he’s just an idea, a bump in Caitlin’s stomach.