Forward, Marsh

It had been years since I had been to the marsh, and never in winter.

Temp Agency

45 degrees. Depending on the time of the year, that temperature means different things in the North.

Polar Bare!

I can’t remember ever being so anxious. I’m not an overly uptight person, but my anxiety was never this bad, not even before tests, surgeries, or at weddings. And all of my stress was over a little jump in the lake.

Another Year of Rush & Collusion

Christmas is nearly upon us, and like most years I am in a panicked state.

Spruce ‘Em Up

We had a tree decorating contest at work this past week and competition was fierce.

Fwd Focus

I wonder to myself, “Is this a slow suicide?” Just take the pill, everything will be alright, you’ll be okay.

Alight Of My Life

The cold rain patters loudly on my picture window and the occasional strong gust of wind howls, announcing the arrival of December.

If Weed See Things Differently

As I approached the railroad tracks in my town, I came across a weed growing through a crack in the sidewalk, and it struck me as beautiful.

Big Mac Attack

I’ve always wanted to cross the Mackinac Bridge, adding to the list of bridges I’ve already traveled over, such as the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway, Golden Gate, O’Callaghan-Tillman, St. George Island and many more. So, recently we made the drive to do just that.

Stair’d Straight

The winds grow achingly cold and fresh snow covers the ground. Distant clouds turn soft gray against a backdrop of cold, wintry blue sky and the frigid aqua-blue of Lake Michigan.