Lake Powell
The city of Page sleeps as I slide my leg over my motorcycle. The sun crowns over the horizon and sets the desert aglow.
The city of Page sleeps as I slide my leg over my motorcycle. The sun crowns over the horizon and sets the desert aglow.
Begin to fixate on one question: what is the best method of attracting a mate? Try to do what the books say: love yourself.
If you had had just a little more time, I might have pulled up my sleeve to show you the bruises.
He’s tired of feeling like a criminal. He’s tired of being in a country that needed him, needed his people, but didn’t want their kind.
Animals move—it’s our birthright, a gift from ancient ancestors in the form of genes that could eventually code for leg or wing or fin.
Only an expanding heart . . . one that under-stands Those who ignore their history are doomed to repeat it.
Poor Dad was completely booked. So, I took it upon myself to become a professional, certified rock hunter…
I have a support group made up of parents who have lost a child to suicide. We all want to know WHY…
You stand at edge of the hole that your mother dug for herself — not for you — but still. You peer down, at the stairs planted into the dirt wall…