creative nonfiction

A Day Writing

9:05 AM – Sit down to write. Open new Word document. Look at blank page. Go check email. Check blog. Check Facebook. 10:05 AM – Realize hour has passed. Close Facebook. Return to blank document. Write for several minutes about not writing. Decide to check blog stats. Go like stuff on…

The Wolf

I have never seen a wolf. Not in the wild. My dad did, once. Up north, as they say, in the Boundary Waters. We kids were all asleep in the tent when he woke to cook trout caught the night before. And to smoke cigarettes. Just him and the rocks and an early morning mist. …

The End of Summer

The day is hot. Hot, and I’m exhausted, and sluggish, and full of effort from the heat. So sluggish I say let’s drive to the river. All summer long I’ve insisted on walking, or biking, even carrying inner tubes, and life vests, and water, and food, and shoes, and towels, and pulling dogs on leashes. Now,…