or why I write... 10 years is a long time. You’ve been gone, but life continues. Your youngest son has grown a lot. Found a tremendous woman, married her, and we have a daughter. My daughter is mere months old, and it’s been 10 years since I last saw you in that hospital bed. I… Continue reading 10 Years
The homeland. The place of my ancestors. A trip to Ireland. To be honest, I never expected to ever visit the island. Growing up, we didn’t go on a lot of trips. When you grow up like that, trips across the ocean don’t feel attainable. A lot of unexpected things for this trip. As a… Continue reading Erin go Bragh
It was my second sojourn to the Pacific Northwest. My first had been to Seattle, Washington only months earlier. Portland was our destination this venture. Do you know how Portland got its name? During the Lewis and Clark Expedition passed by it early on, and in 1845 two early citizens flipped a penny. One was… Continue reading The City of Roses
Feet trudging, leading the way, Air frigid, suffocating the day. Eyes staring ahead, ready to face, What lies in that hospital bed.
Walking into the bar, Benny the barkeep is sweeping up broken glass with a broom. Quickly scanning the room, it is an absolute mess. Glass everywhere, pictures dangling off the walls, lemons and limes littered on the floor. “Did hurricane season come early?” I asked Benny. “That’s rich coming from you,” he answered, keeping his… Continue reading Just One More?
The typewriter clacks away, the sound reverberating around my empty apartment. Yes, you heard me right, typewriter. I’ve no time nor money for a computer. This now ancient piece of equipment has all but gone the way of the fax machine or overhead projector. But the typewriter is a machine that has crafted some of… Continue reading The Typewriter
Callahan Herrig 