Posts in Prose
Spring

Spring, when the earth leans forward in her lawn chair, puts her face back into the radiation. 93 million miles, the life force comes, and begins to crack through the cold. This cosmic alarm clock ringing biological bells in flower beds and branches all over our hemisphere...

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Snowboarding Could Help Save the World: A love letter to the practice

I have had runs that I will never forgot, perfect moments of connection with my mind, my movements, my equipment and the mountain. An exchange of pressures and weight against the snow, a bargain with the elements where I feel I always got the better end of the deal. The reward of the conversation between myself and the mountain through the language of snowboarding has been more enriching and longer lasting than I ever imagined. I believe these moments have brought substance to my soul, light to my bones.

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Marie

There was nothing but affection in the way she squeezed my hands, her painted finger nails tapping together as she firmed her grip. Then she would kiss me on the cheek with her marshmallow lips and make me feel safe, safe the way good mothers do. 

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The Yells of Trains

Countless nights I've laid, eyes soggy, admiring the faint cornrows of light sneaking through the blinds, painting my wall Kansas. Then somewhere between today and tomorrow, between the dopplered motorbike and the spooked bark, I hear it. Its industrial war cry making its way through the filter of bricks and alleys. Rolling over asphalt and curbs, till eventually its stamina proves sound, its bell infiltrates through stone, glass, finds my ears, “I’m here.”

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The Best Memories of My Life

As I reflected on the last year and meditated about what I want out of 2016 my thoughts came to some questions: What has brought about the best memories of my life? What guiding principles cause these moments to happen? What elements, if any, link them all together? How did they happen and how can I live to ensure that I will make more of the best memories of my life happen this coming year? I think about these questions in today's post. 

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Christmas Morning

I recognized as a young kid that something felt different that morning, different than my birthday, different than the first day of summer break, different than Halloween, 4th of July, or Thanksgiving. Light seemed to fill my fingers and toes, itchy to get upstairs to stare at the smorgasbord of surprise. The anticipation like a laxative to the sleep my growing body usually craved. Curiosity coursed through my mind as I examined every box and bag, trying my best to sherlock my way around the wrapping and scotch tape. Everything I feared took the day off as the furnace pumped magic through the whole house and my skinny heart pumped joy from my bare feet to my bedhead. 

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Star Wars, One of My Favorite Places

This week, the most highly anticipated film of my lifetime comes out in theaters all over the planet. I, like millions of others, feel like Christmas has come early this year and fully expect my life to never be the same. So what is it? What makes this world called Star Wars so lovable, so meaningful? Well, here's some of my answer:

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