What Summer Is Like

When you’re young and broke and living month-to-month in some rental close to your friends, you give up the central air conditioning of your childhood.

When You Don’t Play By The Rules Of Love

I fall into their arms immediately, throwing my body over the car seat and plunking down right in their laps, hands all over the place in the frenzy of heat and passion that sometimes sparks over a drink or three in a dark restaurant corner.

On Missing The Farm

Growing up on a farm binds you to the land in a different way than kids who grew up in town.