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Intentions and ramblings and letters to you
Chasing Down Expression
Intentions and ramblings and letters for you.
This blog is a collection of memoir style essays meant to deliver high saturation vignettes and vivid sensory experiences. A place where writing can witness to life and to living. A toast to the pursuit and practice of Chasing Down Expression.
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Time After Time
There is a crew power washing the stadium across the parking lot and as they work we are all a captive audience to their playlist. ...
Where All the Miracles Went.
I came outside for a bit more fresh air. I’m tired, but I just wasn’t done with the day yet. The crickets are chirping off in the...
The Center of the Universe
The wind is coming from the East. We’ve been on the little boat long enough to watch the sky go from light to blue to black. The boat...
Yesteryear
I've decided to discuss everything by the given names of yesteryear. Ice box. Dungarees. Moving pictures. Victory gardens. The...
Jean Morris
The life of Jean Morris was an absolute triumph. She was a talented musician, wise leader, caring wife, mother, grandmother, sister, and...
Gambling and Pancakes - Atlantic City
I never went to Atlantic City as a kid. Any preconceived notions about the place were derived from a movie from the 90’s called Wild...
Walking Through Walls
If I wanted to time travel I would start by looking in familiar places where time is easily found. Libraries. Pawn shops. Public...
The Man in the Brown Flannel Shirt
Dad had a faded flannel shirt that was varying shades of soft brown. It was worn and comfortable and had seen a thousand Saturday...
Shark Tooth Island
Shark Tooth island is changing in the water. Somewhere in the Potomac River just feet away from the border between Virginia and Maryland....
The Gods of Good Idea
I take a picture of the sky when I have a good idea. This is not a metaphor. It’s a habit. It started one night when I stumbled into a...
Rust and Shine
Eventually you will need to act in the way of your ancestors. Moving slower and firmer and closer to the ground. Carrying a cadence of...
Refuge and a Stubborn Landlord
I was putting the dishes away when a song came on so cutting and clear that tears released themselves without my permission and I leaned...
We Done Cracked the Moon
I had a dream that the moon fell from the sky. It was not catastrophic or noisy at all. In fact, it made no sound and it fell the way a...
Strangers at the Water
The people assembled as if the ocean called them. I was wordless and transfixed in my humble beach chair. The rain and wind of the past...
The Mini Dog
I have a funny little dog. Most of the funny parts about her that annoy me terribly also remind me of myself. It is a kind of canine...
Southside Snow Angel
Just behind Southside Elementary School there is a sweet little park. Backstops articulate where baseball diamonds are hidden under snow....
All Things Elemental
Great birds fly in perfect motion suspended above me in the wind. Today they are vultures, but I've seen eagles here before. Exhibiting...
Go Down to the River
If I push the blankets off, leave my bed, and walk out the bedroom door it's just 15 paces to the hearth. From there it's 10 paces out...
Dumplings and the Universe
My school closed the other day. I work at a school. I teach kids about their feelings and I tie their tiny shoes at recess. I brought...
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