Category: nostalgia

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One Headlight

“There’s got to be something better than in the middle. But me and Cinderella, we put it all together. We can drive it home with one headlight” ~The Wallflowers It was spring, 1997, and I was working hard at the campus library, even though I was on academic probation. None of the other workers knew … Continue reading One Headlight

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Tara

Solitude. That’s what I feel when I think of Tara, that solitary hill in the middle of flatlands, that lush green countryside that seemed unreal even while we stood on its surface. And while the multitudes of sheep moved past in herds, making low sounds deep in their throats, we stood there and soaked it … Continue reading Tara

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Red Door

We rode in a huge bus down the myriad streets of Dublin, with all the amenities of home, but the bathroom was a little small. We visited a statue of James Joyce, piling out of the bus with wild abandon, glad not to be cooped up anymore. But my eye was drawn to the red … Continue reading Red Door

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July 2, 2005

10 years ago today I found out I was going to be a father. I remember it like it was yesterday — the anticipation, the nerves, the hope that it was indeed going to happen, that it wasn’t a cruel joke being played on me by God. And yet it seemed like God was on … Continue reading July 2, 2005