Tote bag

I spent most nights thinking about her and how she was no longer existent. A stone replaced her with her name engraved on it. I stared at it feeling unsatisfied because she just meant so much more in my eyes. She was now lying down still with a stone above her head showing the world she once lived. I found it odd how all-living things become objects or some historical monument at the end of their lives. Something stationary that people admire or reflect on. I found myself crying one late night…

Music Festival Versus Garbage: How Reusables Can Win This War A set stage, an energetic crowd, and not a care in the world. The moment at Lollapalooza is choked with nervous energy, overwhelming joy, and, most of all, anticipation. There! Entering the stage! What for now is a mere shadow on the still pitch-black platform will become the mob’s hero once the lights go up. Your favorite musician! Could anything in the universe possibly ruin this blissful time of excitement? Regrettably, you take a…

decided to go there in the first place. It was the day we were moving barns and we had chose to groom Izzy before the owner of the new barn and her friend came to pick Izzy up. We already had put all of our stuff in our tack trunk, grooming tote and extra bags so that when they got here we were ready to get out of there.…

The hermit set out of camp at midnight, carrying his backpack and his bag of break-in tools, and threaded through the forest, rock to root to rock, every step memorized. Not a boot print left behind. It was cold and nearly moonless, a fine night for a raid, so he hiked about an hour to the Pine Tree summer camp, a few dozen cabins spread along the shoreline of North Pond in central Maine. With an expert twist of a screwdriver, he popped open a door of the dining hall and slipped inside, scanning…