These Small Hours
At the outset of what I would describe as my reading life, which began in earnest at the age of nine, I discovered Louis L’Amour. He wasn’t the first writer I would very nearly wholly consume, but he remains what I might describe as my first true guide. As I consider it, some of my […]
I am standing on the playground holding a baseball at West Canyon Elementary School. Sara by Jefferson Starship glitters off Rachel’s small pink and white transistor radio. She’s talking to Kim. I like both girls, but I think I like Rachel more because she is tall; has dark hair and green eyes. She kind of […]