I knew in my gut that I would carry this with me all my life. The knowledge that empty space could be a hell of a thing.

It’s like running into an old lover 20, 30, 40 years down the road. Not the same person at all. Changed a whole lot. Yet . . . somehow, whe

These days. Memory seems to be my closest friend. A constant shadow and companion. Like I am some time traveler from the past cast on the...

Notes from The Coast This week has blessed me with a new moon (old moon? Waxing? Waning?) just a sliver of a thing, and an open sky at...