Category Archives: Coming-of-age

Long, lazy summer days

Swaying in a hammock under the shade of vine leaves, book drooping on the bridge of my nose; the soft putter of the motor boat idling in the creek; crows roosting amidst treetops popping with cherries; the tires of my … Continue reading

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Power walk

Harold leans across the brine-eaten railing to catch a glimpse of the sealion lazying in the sun. Seagulls wheel overhead and the fishermen slap baskets of shrimp onto the jetty, ready for market. The first customers already crowd the docks, … Continue reading

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Reading break

The first time I stepped into a student dorm I crimped my nose at the pervasive odor of reheated beans, burnt cornmeal mush and damp sweatpants poking out unmade beds; the stumps of unfiltered cigarettes smoked to the very butt, … Continue reading

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Puppy love

Bono met his wife in high school, Park says. So did Jerry Lee Lewis, Eleanor answers. I’m not kidding, he says. You should be, she says, we’re 16. What about Romeo and Juliet? Shallow, confused, then dead. I love you, … Continue reading

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All jazzed up

Summer night in Berlin 1939. Long shadows are creeping up the walls and the linden trees are in full bloom, scenting the air with sugar and spice. From behind a boarded up window comes the plaintive wail of a saxophone, … Continue reading

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Hit the road jack

I’m terrified of sunrises. The thought of stumbling bleary-eyed and foggy-brained into the cold dampness of early morning dew is enough to make me burrow my nose into my pillowcase and fall back to sleep. So, when the clanking night … Continue reading

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Mother and child

When I was a child, we’d often pitch a tent in the woods close to our hometown. We’d spend days wading in the swift currents of the river, frying hot dogs, kicking badminton balls around and playing cards by the … Continue reading

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