Dayton Under Construction

Dayton Under Construction

Sunday night, holed up in the Tumbleweed, waiting for the late-spring blizzard-of-’13 that wasn’t. A ratty stuffed coyote yawns above me, next to a raven and a bighorn sheep wearing mardi gras beads, and another coyote. Across the horseshoe bar…

On Digging In

On Digging In

“I think you can never really do something well unless you’re able to leave it and, you know, have a family and have a home, and have a place that you’re from that you’re really dug in, you know. I…

A Spoiled Question

A Spoiled Question

In a small shore town in New Jersey, my family has a condo with a trapezoid of water visible if you lean off the porch. We’ve vacationed in this town since I was a baby, renting each summer for a…

Reflections on running and the terror attacks

Last Friday, with one Boston Marathon bombing suspect dead and the other subject to a massive manhunt, I left their picture open on my laptop all day. I wasn’t even in the U.S. when the bombing occurred, but a kind…

Campo de' Fiori / courtesy flickr user O. Bendorf

Campo

According to most history books, timelines are horizontal. But in Rome history drew its own line vertically: new was built upon old and an urban layer-cake was formed. You can’t even build a subway line without ceding the project to archaeology for…

Imagining America imagining Israel

Imagining America imagining Israel

Last month, I spent a week in Israel on an educational seminar, experiencing the country’s stunning diversity and trying to wrap my head around its wrenching contradictions. Moments of ecstasy and heartbreak felt like they were tearing me in two….

Some Things Don’t Change

Some Things Don’t Change

We seem to believe that there’s a safety blanket covering these mountains. As kids we run in packs with our cousins or bike around the campground, exhilarated to be out from under out parents’ watchful presence. Helmets are more optional…

The Survival Game

The Survival Game

When I was a kid my dad and I would go to my great-grandpa’s for lunch. Without fail he’d be cooking a potato on the stove, shuffling around, thin and stooped by age. Despite his frail frame, he held his…

Nerd at the Window

Nerd at the Window

Ever since Dad treated us kids to a flight in a small plane, I’ve lived for the days I can glue my face to a window, cramp every muscle in my neck, and survey the earth as we begin our…

Photo by Evan Gregg

Headwaters

Sometime last spring, I was driving through northern Minnesota when the road I was on passed over a small waterway. It was an unremarkable little brook lazily worming through the forest, but a sign on the shoulder identified it as…