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It was a late November night, And I was just about done. The stacks of papers that I needed to grade Had, in some small way, dwindled down to none. I lifted the stained red cup from my desk And finished the cold coffee poured hours before; I reached for the lamp signed by students…
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The dust is beginning to settle following the attacks in Paris, as moments of shock have turned to hours and days of grief and contemplation. Our disbelief has turned to a variety of emotions: sadness, frustration, and even anger. In the aftermath we are caught between the struggle to do something meaningful and to return…
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When I was 7 or 8, my brother, 19 years my elder, moved back into our house after he separated with his wife, and we shared the narrow attic bedroom space. That must have been weird for him, as he had spent his entire childhood up there with our other two brothers, who were much…
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A writer friend endorses a mutual mentor. Jodi Cleghorn changed who I am as a writer, and I am forever grateful. Adam’s words below speak for all of us who have had the privilege and honor to be guided by Jodi’s experience and perspective. I recommend her without hesitation. -Rus. :: A Fullness in Brevity…
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There Is Always A Clearing. There is always a clearing. I discovered this long after you had passed, Where, in the absence of light I imagined the night Opening its pitch-black door just right– ajar For eyes like mine that yearned for hope, promise, Love. And there you were — are still to this same…
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Grateful to reunite with my sister and her family. There is nothing greater than familial love. “Rejoice with your family in the beautiful land of life.” -Albert Einstein
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Part 6. The Final Ascent and Facing The Final Fear Braeden decides to join us at the last minute, and he and Madelyn lead the way to the top of the hill. Their energy is boundless, and Rob and I take our time making the steep climb. The sun still seems high in the sky,…
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14 Hours In Light: Part 5. The Descent and The Energy Within Once the sun had cleared the mountain, I take one more walk around the perimeter of the summit before heading back to the cabin. The walk down the mountain is, at worst, in shadow. Gone are the fears about bears, injuries, or communication…
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Part 4. The Rising Sun, The Falling Moon, and The Epiphany These seven minutes I spend on the summit of Big Bald Mountain, waiting for the sun’s first sliver to slip over the eastern mountains beyond Little Bald are, perhaps, the most powerful of my life. Within the first minute of standing between the falling…
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Part 3. The Summit and The Elements Hiking up the last 1,000 feet to the summit of Big Bald is much like navigating a natural obstacle course – a few switchbacks, yes. But each stretch has its own challenge, the most difficult ones (thank goodness) are in the beginning of the final ascent. As much…
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