I think he is one mountain with many heads. He had so much fun pushing the first head through the soil that he made another. This one a rocky crest. And then another, a slope-shouldered bowl cupping a lake.
They say these are living mountains because they grow and change subtly each year.
I think he squirms in his dreams, remembering the pleasure of rumbling up out of the earth for the first time.
I always felt like fathers day was just a day for people with fathers in their lives.
Things I Learned from my First Half Marathon
Came into my first coupe glass today. Didn't so much inherit it as family circumstances made it available. I decided to celebrate with The Last Word, both boozy and sophisticated.
We cancelled cable three days ago.
Sometimes there's nothing you can do.