The current pulled us onward. The top of the mast stayed in place. The boat kept drifting, further and further under the bridge. We were like a problem in my school math book: a point, a straight line, a plane, and an arc drawn by the mast as it toppled behind us.
Read the full essay in the Potomac Review.
THE LIBERTY PROJECT
Tim Hewlett was nearly dead when his brother Christopher arrived. Hewlett was a cop, and he had been shot in the head with his own gun as he slept. By the time Christopher came to his side, his massive frame was quickly losing life. The house appeared to have been ransacked.
Police soon uncovered the truth. There had been no intruder. (more…)
Our teenage boys lacked patience for the Louvre, so we made the streets of Paris our museum. (more…)
NOWHERE MAGAZINE LONGFORM
On my way to Sonjoji temple, I sit on the Tokyo subway with dour-faced salarymen.
To reach the forest temples of Nikku, I hurtle 200 miles an hour across Honshu.
Click by click, a cog railway bears me to sacred Koya-San amid its mandala of mountains.
In search of ancient Japan — its Zen temples, manicured gardens and Buddhist priests muttering prayers in black robes — I find myself on trains. (more…)
Beneath the resorts that line the Yucatan, underground rivers run through ancient coral bedrock, making for mellow water adventures. Scuba divers risk getting trapped in these cenotes(sinkholes formed by collapsed rock), but for snorkelers, who can’t penetrate as deeply, only a fool would come face-to-face with death in them.
I am that fool. (more…)
Photo by Ed Kosmicki.
I have been starstruck as a journalist only once.
Working as a reporter in Aspen gives even rookies a chance to brush up against A-listers they probably wouldn’t run into as cub reporters in Poughkeepsie. I interviewed politicians I admired (and those I didn’t), writers whose work inspired—and inspires me—and a handful of celebrities, I guess, but not as many as you might think.
The only time I felt like a silly teenager in the presence of the person on the other end of my notebook was the time I interviewed Robin Williams. (more…)