He was a racing camel “Tom Marley is a racing camel,” Ahmed said. “The fastest in all of the Sinai.” “Tom Marley?” I asked. “Not Bob?” Ahmed appeared somewhat surprised by my ignorance, but the stupidity of tourists is known the world over. Ahmed patiently explained that Tom Marley, the racing camel, was named after Tom… Continue reading A Camel Named Tom Marley Made Me Choose: Be Right or Be Happy?
In traveling, as in life, there are some things you simply don’t tell your parents. Going beyond what happens at the hostel stays at the hostel, some things you just keep to yourself. Including things that would keep your mom up at night and lead to a blizzard of reminders about safety and links to… Continue reading Who Reads Warning Signs Crossing the Nile?
Short Story Ellie pulled her hip waders up over her jeans and ran the straps through her belt. “There you go, Baby,” she said to Nathan, “You wanted to see me in thigh highs.” She mock-posed and laughed, the sun reflecting off her aviator sunglasses and her thick, black braids lying on her shoulder. Behind… Continue reading Thigh Highs
Fiction No doubt about it. The bear was stalking her. K.P. had been trying to ignore the bear for three days so she could finish her home-school class in Alaska History. The bear kept sneaking through the willow and alder forest to the edge of the yard from different directions at different times of the… Continue reading No Doubt About It: The Bear Was Stalking Her
Fiction My thoughts are as thin-walled and hollow as bird bones this wintry morning. The cold keeps me from my morning walk, so I permit myself another chance to doze. Root-rumpled pavement unwinds beneath my sleeping feet as I wander the silence of an urban forest. In waking life my daughter is named Raven, and I… Continue reading My Raven Daughter Whispers Me a Dream
Stories inspired by my daughter If you arrived here after reading the Raven and the Mango Roadtrip, I hope you enjoyed the series. I started it trying to write a detective-type story set in Mexico with characters based on my daughter and me. I wrote it by the seat of my pants, and it veered… Continue reading Raven-related stories
Raven Series Part #18 | Jump to Raven # 1 I sat on the river bank watching Raven swim in the slow, clear river. She’d wanted to decompress after the confrontation at Cenote Cardenas, and this was one of her favorite spots. It was one of the rare places the water flowing through the cenotes… Continue reading One More Smoothie
This is Part #17 | Jump to Raven # 1 Don Hidalgo stood holding the bound Raven in one hand and aiming a pistol at Don Pedro with the other. Don Pedro scowled back at him. “Don Hidalgo, don’t do this,” Pato said. “Nothing ends well with guns.” “A chance I’ll take,” Hidalgo said, “since… Continue reading Raven Unbound
Raven Series Part #16 | Jump to Raven # 1 I was surprised to see Pato the next afternoon when I pulled into the lot at Cenote Cardenas. He had parked next to the wooden stairway leading down to the water and was sitting on the open tailgate of his truck, Silver, smoking a cigarette.… Continue reading Never Trust a Nobleman
Raven Series Part #15 | Jump to Raven # 1 “You haven’t met Don Hidalgo,” Don Pedro said to me, “but he hates you.” “Why?” I asked. Don Pedro was pacing again, and he was tapping his machete against his leg. “I should have thought of it sooner,” Don Pedro said, “He wanted to buy… Continue reading The Same Cell Block as El Chapo