In the Blood
My father was born in San Antonio, Texas. It isn’t a grand city, but then...
Stories from coast to coast.
Issue II
Issue I
Slow Your Roll
Clarksdale, Mississippi is known for two things. The first is its importance in...
On Writing, On Vacation
APPLICATION FOR WRITING COURSES IN ENGLISH COURSE: ADVANCED NONFICTION WRITING...
A Seaside Getaway
I press my foot firmly against the gas pedal, giving my car free reign to hurtle...
In Astoria’s Arms
Here on the left you’ve got Astoria Park. This space alone is three million...
Portraits of St. Louis
When St. Louisans meet each other for the first time, “What high school did...
Gaudeamus Igitur
Gaudeamus igitur, Juvenes dum sumus; Post icundum iuventutem, Post molestam...
Peg-Legs and Carnitas
When I give my college friends a tour of San Francisco’s Mission district, I...
The Back of my Hand
Remembering second grade, when I lathered my palm with glue and closed my fist....
Listening to Paper
I have realized, in this second-to-last semester, that my time at Yale has been...
I Head for the Cliff
In the Tetons, dawn breaks. Night does not tiptoe its way closer to sunrise by...
The Beating Heart o’ Dixie
Mrs. Marrion’s eyes clung to the coffin For some time before deciding To...
Full of Wide Open Spaces
This essay was originally published in The Yale Daily News Magazine on...
The Flicker of Home
This essay was originally published in The Yale Herald on October 5, 2012....
Washington Calling
Washington is calling me. I do not mean, “Pardon me one moment; I must answer...
Into Their Canyon
On any day of the week except Saturday between March 15th and October 15th, you...
Tight Lines
I’m standing at the edge of Two Medicine Lake, casting a tiny Copper John...
Our Land
come on, jaunt through louavull: gateway to the south. louisville? gateway? from...
Blue Ridge Shangri-La
Last spring, there was a suicide in this pasture. Rodney Patrick*, a native to...
Ancient
For the first twenty minutes or so, everything is familiar. These roads are the...
Photo Essay
This is a hodge-podge of photos I have taken around my hometown of Birmingham,...
A Day Trip to Jefferson
Sometimes, I forget I am from the South. But when I do, I recall a day trip to...
In Defense of Traffic
“I could never live here,” Jesse groans as we slow to a halt. He’s...
Clouded Memories
It’s hard for other people to use my camera. I have a Canon 40D, and when most...
Searching for the Horizon
The Horizon: Out west, southwest, in Arizona, in Utah, in New Mexico – you...
Beetle Hunters
After government entomologists discovered the beetles, Mary Knittle got used to...
Preserving Subsistence
Ricky Ashby is not an easy man to track down. He has no phone, no office door,...
Take the A Train
Moving three miles uptown, from southern Harlem to Washington Heights, meant...
Frontier
I stood atop Angel’s Landing in Zion a month ago, my heart beating like a...
The Flood
The Amazon came to Chattanooga in May, a brown sheet of water that sprawled...
On Wisconsin
Wisconsin. As a kid moving from California in 2002, I had to adjust to a land of...
The Conch Republic
If you’ve never been to Key West, you probably don’t know anything about...
Navigation
I can only drive when my skin knows the way, wrinkles and pores smudged up...
Stay
My aunt’s soul lives on a bridge—a small bridge tucked away in a cove at one...
Playing House
Before we even walked inside the Wal-Mart, I spotted the bed on the sidewalk in...