The children of summer, the children we once were, don’t read or watch or worry about the weather, they wear it in their skin. Skin wet with a recent shower, or glowing red from a little too much lazing in the sun, it matters not to them. For what these kids have is not only time, as in available hours, but the time of their lives.
Scribbling After Midnight
We were sitting in the Drenched Beagle in Vancouver when a guy from the bar asked me, “Where are we?” “Here.” I said. Later he asked, “What time is it?” “Now,” I said.
Labels are for Cans
The truly oppressed are those who relentlessly chase the dollar dream. To be able to subsist on only the absolute necessities is indeed a strength, not a weakness. Ask anyone who does it.
Who Wears Short-Shorts?
Do you dare wear short-shorts? If you’re my age and can pull off short-shorts, all the power to you. If you’re a young woman with long tanned legs you want to show off, all the power to you. But please — let’s not dress our young girls in short-shorts.
Youthful Dreams
If your 17-year-old self met you as you are today, how would the young you react? Mike Sakasegawa explores his own answer to that question.
Stirring Up The Dust — A Memoir for Father’s Day
While cleaning out his garage a son finds his father’s obituary, which takes him back to the tragic circumstances of his dad’s death and stirs up the past.
How I Became a Conflicted Omnivore
Meat became much more than just meat for me that day. It has become a real and living issue about love and humanity and a concern about how the way we extend ourselves into the world becomes, in turn, what we are. We become what we do, and what we do is terrible.
Honolulu Café
I was going to meet a poet for drinks at 5:00 so I ran some errands on the other side of town. I was early, she was late. I wrote this while I was waiting. Later we drank cheap red and made out, leaning on the hood of a ’55 Chevy .
Writer’s Blocks and Ice Blocks: What My Life Might Have Been Without Sports
A writer and sports enthusiast looks at what his life might have been like if he hadn’t spent so much of it watching and playing sports.
Sasquatch Festival Changed Me
Jess Howard heads off somewhat halfheartedly for the Sasquatch Festival at the Gorge in Washington State. There, she discovers what life as a human is really all about.
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