So I dreamed my family was visiting from the Netherlands and suddenly mom went missing. I found out she’d been […]

So I dreamed my family was visiting from the Netherlands and suddenly mom went missing. I found out she’d been […]
“Country roads take me home, to the place I belong…” tore at my heart, understanding that “home” will always be the Netherlands with my family, while “…the place I belong” is here at this table.
In my dream, all the smartphones in the world had stopped working and most people had left cities to go […]
Redoubters stand apart from white supremacist in activity. Recently voiced intent to rally in cities across the country come from white supremacists, while redoubters prefer to sit quietly on their 20+ acres of woods with nuclear-war resistant bunkers, market shares in precious metals, freeze-dried food and 50,000 gallons of propane gas buried in the backyard.
“Oh fuck,” I say under my breath, and reach for my bear spray. I have it out in seconds, aiming at the thick slope of huckleberry bushes, still rumbling with activity. A series of loud snorts comes at us and I know we have to retreat.
The mountains’ shadow now envelops us, offering cooler air and a rushed sense of excitement over what we just did. We stand in a line, looking back at the cliff, and let a joint sense of accomplishment settle into us. Now we can move on.