Tag Archives: non-fiction

The Duneland Beach Inn

The Duneland Beach Inn was nothing fancy with its marginally rustic Great Room, Slovak Social Club dining room, and homey bedrooms. There really was nothing special about it at all, except that it was our very first bed and breakfast. It was special to us. Continue reading

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My Sgt. Pepper Phase

I deserved it. Continue reading

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Insatiable

I’m the last one left. Continue reading

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Horcruxes

It’s only natural that a bit of ourselves gets left behind to linger like an ethereal shroud of Turin, or haunt the place like a ghost. Continue reading

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When the Applause Stops

Among the impulse items at checkout will be a couple pairs of my shoes, each from my wardrobe as a Background Actor. Continue reading

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I Think It’s Time To Go Home

I have learned the ways of the Force and gazed upon the Emerald City. I’ve had my naivete stripped away like a fashion model’s body hair. And I have drifted into obscure areas of unreality, where mental masturbation is an art form, and Carlos Castaneda is not a fraud. Continue reading

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Make It Stop

Eighteen years ago, Sheri and I were wrapping up our first month as innkeepers. Neither of us had the slightest inkling of what lie ahead… Continue reading

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