Seneca Lake. Motorcycle ride. Close my eyes and let the roar of the wind buffet away the fears, the tears, and the fright of the future. I uncurl my fingers and open them, palm wide, into the flow of the air as it rushes past. I let it untangle all of the strands I’ve been … Continue reading There is Hope in This
Non-Fiction
Happily Here and Now
If I could write you a love story, I would write of far away woods tucked into mountain folds and of twisting roads under autumn leaves. Brooks that babble down rocky ravines. And somewhere above the valley floor, a little cabin that is ours. I would wash away the worries and the grime, the cares … Continue reading Happily Here and Now
Prompt: The Farthest You’ve Been From Home
Standing at the top of the mountain pass, the crags of the summit hang above us. The parking area is scooped out from the side of the mountain, and a small hut with restrooms and concession counter sits back between the gray folds of a sheer cliff. I am only seven. I have a bladder … Continue reading Prompt: The Farthest You’ve Been From Home
Road Trip Optimism
Road trips always begin in optimism. Even road trips on a motorcycle.
Seeking Prose 