I drove back to my dad’s house taking the back roads from the west side of Allentown to South Whitehall Township, all the roads you know growing up. The season arm wrestling between winter and spring, this day the former…. Read More ›
Memoir
For small moments
Thank god for the small moments. Outside on the lawn the way our old dog lifts her nose to the sun and sniffs, and squints. Some bird’s nonsense and some flies, the first, their happy meandering. Then a neighbor’s dog… Read More ›
Squak-Connector Trail to Shy Bear Pass
The snow was heavy and wet, not far from slush. My wife said you shouldn’t go into the woods because the branches could break and fall but I went anyway and when I got there it was just like that,… Read More ›
John Barleycorn must die
We woke to snow. Hardly a flurry in the lowlands all winter, but finally it came towards the end. Tired from being up late I had to come downstairs to sit in the dark and be with it, the vibe…. Read More ›
Deceiver Trail
The kids were up late monkeying around, you could hear them giggling in their room. It was the echo of little girls though that was a long time ago, now. They were playing a game on one of their tablets…. Read More ›
My Beerdrunk Soul is Sadder Than All the Dead Christmas Trees of the World
You could let yourself get down with the weather if you weren’t careful out here. Worse in the late fall and winter but spring could be tough for the long patches of rain too, the dreariness. Maybe that’s why Seattle… Read More ›
First Sunday in March
I went back up Cougar Mountain for the first time in a long time. Back to Shy Bear Pass where the trail splinters off in many directions. There was Fred’s Railroad Trail to Clay Pit Road, the Cave Hole Trail… Read More ›
No deep binds
The house on the lake road sold and now with it occupied the lights weren’t on 24/7, making it look like a gallery showroom in the dark. Instead just the porch and a room upstairs were lit in what must… Read More ›
Oh so weird and wonderful
It took me all week to eat the Frito pie, that 70s classic of sautéed beef and chili powder, canned enchilada sauce, fried onion, beans, melted cheese and corn chips. When I served it for the Super Bowl people just… Read More ›
The no-shame inventory reflection
This is a hard one. There are the memories you go back to and savor and then the ones you shy away from. Some are non-memories, like moments that could have been memorable but got squandered. It all swirls around… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 