Category: Essays

  —for Michael We put in at a bend on the Little Bear River. While the boys chased a marmot back into its hole on the steep banks, Michael and I wres...

(Editor’s note: Every year, Concordia College hosts the National Book Awards on Campus program. As part of that program, winners and finalists of the National B...

One night, after my teenage daughter Delaney kissed me and shut her bedroom door, I paid for a toe-in-the-water membership to a heavily populated dating website...

Thorough the fog it came –Samuel Taylor Coleridge     On a typically cool, overcast summer afternoon on California’s North Coast, I steer our rented ...

  On Friday your editor asks if you want to witness an execution. For a second, you’re speechless. The condemned man, you’re vaguely aware, abducted a preschool...

  My life breaks again and again into sharp sections like a pane of glass. Each piece seems to have no connection with others, but a similar pattern repeat...

You heard about the lieutenant, sir? Which one, I say. The dead one, sir. We’re sitting outside the mess hall of Combat Outpost Tereyzai. The soldiers smoke, fl...

  Mix dry ingredients in a large bowl and toss with your hands to give the bread a light, airy consistency.  Add the softened butter, again with your hands...

It was a slow descent into Montevideo, zooming in on neighborhoods sprawled beneath the paraíso and olmo trees. As I turned away from the window, my neighbor’s ...

  On a warm afternoon in August, almost all of the fifty or so members of my extended family gather at my grandma’s farm to celebrate Grandma Fugman’s 80th...