There were certainly elements of my childhood that were less than idyllic. My parents divorced when I was small, and there were confusing, turbulent years during which I spent summers and holidays with my father, the remainder of time with my mother. During these years, a core memory is of flying through the vast desert… Continue reading Of her I sang
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My content-producing seatmate
Note: this is not the guy, just a stock image approximation My seatmate on a five-hour flight home from Hawaii was perhaps the most extreme person I have ever met: a porn producer covered head to toe in tattoos and with a serious addiction to drugs. Yes, you read that correctly. As the influx of… Continue reading My content-producing seatmate
Jackson Holzberg Buckley 