This is where you bring your victim when you want to make it look like an accident. I’m standing at the marshy edge of Seattle’s Washington Park Arboretum. It’s a maze out here, of dried-out, head-high cattails with squelchy paths between, leading with murder-mystery inexorability to a curious set of floating platforms in Lake Union. … More Secret Corners of Strange Places
Last October, I found my perfect walk. Scribbling in my guidebook after, I noted it was “Everything you want in a hike!,” scattering more specific enthusiasms over the rest of the text. I made plans to return immediately: with friends, parents, by myself. Life gets in the way, though, and it shouldn’t surprise me that … More Walking to Warrior Rock
If December was the time to walk my home territory, it’s also the month those of us living outside our childhood geographies often head “home” for the holidays. Which of these “homes” belongs in quotes depends on you – and possibly your level of stress reading that first sentence. I am one of the lucky … More Unlearning the Map
I wrote an essay for Christmas last week. New Years, I am taking the week off. But you don’t have to miss an essay just because I’m being lazy. Instead, I invite you to return to a previous piece. Any will do. How about this one? But this time, let’s play the Lovecraft Adjective Game. … More Happy New Year. You’re Welcome.