Archive for March, 2013

Mr. Trucker stares at Bryan and shakes his head “no” again.  I keep smiling till my cheeks hurt.  I don’t know what changes his mind, but he says, “Only to El Paso.” First thing Bryan does is hop into the back of the rig.  He flops down on a cushioned lump behind a curtain.  It […]


I’m listening to Pet Sounds again.  Last summer, that signaled I was in a madly, creative, manic phase. I’d put it on repeat, listen to it until three in the morning.  My neighbors, at first, called it charming.  By early fall, they called it annoying. I’m listening to the Beach Boys again, trying to recreate […]


When I lost my house four years ago, I realized I had swallowed some bullshit.  Sure, I always considered myself to be a counter-culture, alternative sorta gal, but somewhere along the line I bought into the American Myth that I was a number.  A credit score. It was frightening and freeing, walking away from the […]


I look at Mr. Trucker and smile really big and beg in my sweetest, most desperate voice. “Please…we need the ride.” We had been sitting at that damn truck stop drinking the same oily cup of coffee for hours.  The cranky waitress smelled of Aqua Net and cigarettes and was suspicious of us from the […]


Bryan leaned over me all lanky and proud. “I know where you can get some free soup if ya want.  Hungry?” “Yea, but I’m looking to bolt.” “Where ya going?” he asked. “Texas.  Some hippie Rainbow gathering.  I’m gonna hook up with some people there,” I said. “That’s a lot of road to be hitting […]


I’ll tell him I’ll be good company.  I’ll help him stay awake if he lets me hitch a ride through Texas.  He looks me over with his narrow, black eyes as if I’m a prized horse and shakes his head. “Nah, I don’t need no company and besides,” he points over to Bryan, “Whose he?” […]


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