Washington Post Magazine | March 19, 2017
Buddha has perfect posture, but I'm awkwardly hunched in the earthen alcove we're sharing. The street lanterns of Yamanouchi, Japan, don't illuminate much, so I'm grateful for the bulbs of this shrine. I've just traveled 6,738 miles—nearly nonstop—but I don't know where to go from here.
Bows & Arrows
Our State | October 2016
When I think of my grandfather, some scenes linger like the smell of cologne in an empty room. He dedicated his life to military service, and, in retirement, he became a renaissance man of the working class. His scent was all oil cans and sawdust, leather tanner and garage grit. The walls of his home in Salisbury held a collection of traditional bows that we intended to shoot together. Someday. He was willing to teach me. I wanted to learn. But we waited too long.
Dreams to Remember
Washington Post Magazine | September 1, 2016
It's Sunday morning at Beulahland Bible Church in Macon, Georgia, and the man in the pulpit is preaching to the choir. With 76 members, it's larger than some congregations. Finally, he turns to face the rest of us. Theater lights are blazing. Movie-quality cameras glide through the air on mobile cranes. The choir stands. The crowd stands. Here it comes: The sound of keyboards, drums. Seventy-six voices, rising. One thousand hands, clapping.
Backpacker | August 2016
When I tell my 6-year-old son, Archer, that we're going to Canyonlands National Park in Utah, he puts a hand on each cheek and starts screaming: "Candyland? We're going to Candyland?"
A Job That Nourishes the Soul, if Not the Wallet
New York Times | January 3, 2016
The lawyer was in his mid-20s. He narrowed his eyes, peered at me from behind his cluttered desk and said, "So, why are you quitting?"
City Portrait: Boone, North Carolina
Our State | January 2016
In Boone, people sometimes include a disclaimer when making promises: God willing and the creeks don't rise. Why, you ask? Tonight is your answer. The creeks have been pulled from their banks as if by strange music. They're falling, dancing and drunken, into the South Fork of the New River, which runs just beyond my back door. Nearby, a paved road has already been covered by its currents. My gravel drive—an earthen dam holding a pond—is in danger. And the rains keep coming down.
A Boy, a Dog, a Decision
New York Times | April 27, 2015
My three-year-old son, Archer wants to go buy a gun. Right. Now. We do not have one in our house. I don't know where he has even seen one before, outside of animated films with dubious G-ratings. Because he isn't talking about a water gun. He's talking about the real deal, inspired by the vicious animal attack he's just witnessed.
Heirloom: The Story of a Meal
Charlotte Magazine | January 2015
It started as a game. A challenge. A riddle. Clark Barlowe's penchant for identifying plants took root because, when he was a child, his father regularly took him into the woods. As they walked the uneven terrain of Caldwell County, Barlowe's father put his hand against tree trunks, prodding: Can you name this one?
In Search of The Brown Mountain Lights
Our State | June 2014
Paranormal investigator Joshua Warren is silhouetted by cloud-shrouded moonlight. The points of his trench coat collar are turned up, two daggers jutting toward Brown Mountain. Though he's just returned from a three-month expedition to the tropics—where he was researching curiosities near the Bermuda Triangle—his skin is impossibly pale.
In the Glow of Night
Washington Post Magazine | September 18, 2011
I'm standing in a narrow alleyway when a stranger approaches to tell me that he can channel the power of the ocean. Crazy? Maybe. But I'm on the island of Vieques with a similarly far-fetched quest: to swim in a celestial sea. I tell the man, who introduces himself as Charlie the Wavemaster, that the Milky Way will soon crackle and shimmer as it slips through my fingers. Bits of stardust will cling to my hair.
Washington Post Magazine | July 26, 2009
Dan Lebbin is sitting on a motel patio--in full view of traffic--when he exclaims in horror, "I'm naked!" This is cause for concern, but it can't distract him from the tiny bird flitting from a power line to a tree that's shedding pink tissue-paper petals. He leans forward, squinting, wishing he could get a better look.
The Dangerous Spring
Washington Post Magazine | March 29, 2009
It's unsettling to have a severed, still-warm bull's ear hurtling toward you--something I discovered firsthand--but being the target of a projectile body part during a Spanish bullfight is considered an honor. I learned this cultural tidbit from reading Ernest Hemingway. My journey with the writer began many years ago with a poster, a $3 thrift store find that, at first glance, didn't seem to have anything to do with Hemingway.
Wings And a Prayer
Washington Post Magazine | March 30, 2008
The man sitting next to me on this flight is having a spiritual experience. Actually, he's remembering a spiritual experience, but the wild, alert expression on his face is evocative of someone giving religious testimony. His memory has been sparked by my confession that I am headed to the Mexican state of Michoacan to see millions of monarch butterflies congregate in its mountains.
The Longest Yard
Washington Post Magazine | April 29, 2007
My fiancé, Matt, and I are standing on a roadside in Kentucky deciding whether we want an old cast iron sink full of mud. For some, this might be an easy choice. But we are playing the is-it-a-piece-of-junk-or-an-antique-worth-saving game.
Bilingual By Breakfast
Smithsonian | February 2006
The concrete and tile house in which I'm living in Boquete, Panama, is often filled with echoes of the indecipherable chatter from the restaurant next door. It is patronized by men in evenly pleated Panamanian shirts and women in flower-print dresses. I long to mingle with them, speaking seamless Spanish. But my days here are divided into two categories: good Spanish days and bad Spanish days. And good Spanish days don't come around often.