Tag: innocence

  • Stick-Hopping {and other winter adventures}

    My adventurous friend and I tented out in the snow last night. We wore fleece, filled our Nalgene waterbottles with hot water and tucked them at our feet, burrowed under our sleepingbags and fell asleep to the sound of Harley’s snoring and the loud whine the neighborhood snowmobilers whizzing through our front yard. My friend […]

  • My Yellow Dress & What Sounded Like A Helicopter

    I was 18, and my first car was a Mercury Sable station wagon. Eggshell-tan, except for where the paint was peeling to reveal a lighter color underneath. Inside, the upholstery was ripped and if you plopped into your seat too hard dust would fall from the exposed and brittle insulation in the ceiling. The license […]

  • Goodbye Innocence

     I drove past a boy today, and as I looked at him, he swiftly turned his head in shame. Who was he? Just a long-haired kid in a gangster hat, his tee ultra-baggy and his shorts sagging. He must have been, say, thirteen? As he stood there on the edge of a shady patch of woods […]